Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Link is out!"

"Go, Link!"

After the inspection, Link led his team out of the arena tunnel. As he reached the exit, a beam of light shone down, brightly illuminating his position.

Cheers from many boxing fans erupted from the stands.

Link waved his fists toward the audience. After signing at the judges' table, he strode toward the ring.

His opponent Jean Pascal also climbed through the ropes, standing across the ring.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, may I have a moment to interview you both?"

At the sound, they saw their old acquaintance Steve Mandanda, dressed in a suit, holding an HBO microphone, stepping onto the ring, followed by an HBO camera.

This match would also be broadcast on the HBO cable channel.

"Good afternoon, Steve. Weren't you hosting in the studio? Why are you out here?"

Link greeted him.

Steve laughed heartily, a hint of awkwardness flashing across his face, as he said perfunctorily, "I like being out here, you know, making more friends on the run. Haha—Link, let's talk about the match. Your opponent today is the undefeated Jean Pascal, who is extremely strong—virtually no weaker than you. Are you still insisting on beating him within 100 seconds?"

"Of course, I told you, what I lack least is confidence."

Link shrugged his shoulders.

Steve laughed again, then passed the microphone to Pascal, "Mr. Pascal, Link has already knocked out seven opponents in the competition, with none of those times exceeding 21 seconds. Faced with such a fierce opponent, do you have the confidence to defeat him?"

"Of course, my punch is fiercer than his. I'll show him that boxers fight with their fists, not their mouths."

Jean Pascal shouted, swinging his fists towards Link.

"Wow, Mr. Pascal also seems full of confidence. This match is bound to be thrilling. Mr. Pascal, many have recently said that Link is all talk and no action. Do you agree with that view?"

Steve pressed on.

After glancing at Link, Pascal shrugged and said, "I admit he has some skill, but he definitely isn't as tough as the news portrays him. Just wait and see; today right here, I will use my fists to smash his false aura and show everyone who the real Super Middleweight king is."

Link smiled lightly.

Steve then handed the microphone back to Link, "Link, Pascal claims you are all talk and no action, do you admit it?"

Link looked at him speechlessly. He had already declared he would beat his opponent within 100 seconds before the match, which had already stirred things up enough. There was no need for anyone else to intensify it, yet Steve was still instigating, clearly adding fuel to the fire.

"Yes, Steve, I don't admit it, so up next, watch my performance. I will strive to finish the match in the shortest possible time."

Link spoke into the microphone.

"Great, it seems both sides are confident about this match. But there will be only one winner—who will take the match and become the national boxing challenger? Let's wait and see."

Steve mumbled a few transition lines to the camera and then left the ring with the cameraman.

The ring referee came over to check the glove labels, read the rules to both fighters, and then announced the beginning of the match.

"Boxing!"

Link raised his fists, looking at his opponent Pascal.

The record showed that Pascal was an aggressive boxer, powerful, with both upper hooks and straight punches being ferocious, having a professional K.O. rate of 80%.

The best tactic against such a boxer would be to defensively guard in the early stages, use exquisite skills to drain the opponent's stamina, and find an opportunity to counterattack in the later part of the match, then defeat the opponent.

But Link was short on time; he had set a goal for himself and his opponent to finish within 100 seconds, so not a second to waste.

As he raised his fists towards his opponent, Pascal took a step back, raised both arms, hands crossed in front, a clear defensive move.

The goal was obvious: to delay the match past 100 seconds.

Of course, Link would not let him have his way. He followed Pascal's steps, swinging his fists towards the opponent's guard.

Bang, bang!

His arms were 10 centimeters longer than his opponent's, and his punch speed was also very fast.

Two consecutive straight punches hit the opponent's arms, the heavy punches directly pushing his opponent back a step, but Pascal quickly adjusted his stance, arms held firm in front, feet nimbly bouncing, eyes fixed on Link.

This was a much stronger performance compared to Link's first seven opponents, who either got directly knocked down by his heavy punches or became panicked after being struck, even forgetting to defend.

Pascal's defensive measures were more seasoned.

Link swung another punch against his opponent's defense, and when he struck a second time, it was obvious that the opponent's arm muscles tensed up, assuming a fully defensive posture, focusing mainly on protecting the head.

From this, it was clear that the weight of his punches had frightened his opponent into fully guarding his head.

Great opportunity!

With the agility of jumping rope, Link followed the opponent's movements and swung Left Swing Punches at his opponent's head, almost simultaneously delivering a heavy Liver Blow Punch to his opponent's left ribs.

Uh!

The opponent grunted and quickly took half a step backward, his fists defensively moving down unconsciously.

Seizing the moment, Link threw a Jab that broke through the opponent's defense, followed promptly by a Straight Punch to the foe's forehead. With a force exceeding 1200 pounds, he directly pushed his opponent back two steps to the ropes, though not completely down.

Link silently praised, truly worthy of being Canada's top Super Middleweight, possessing remarkable resilience.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Before he could launch his second punch, Pascal suddenly gave up defending and swung a tricky Upper Hook Punch towards his chin—to connect would mean serious damage to Link.

He quickly dodged to the side, and the opponent's glove grazed his cheek. Without waiting for the opponent to punch back, Link moved forward half a step, his body leaning forward, delivering a Right Swing Punch towards the opponent's head.

His fist collided with the opponent's left wrist, but the force was too great, the single-handed defense was ineffective, and the Swing Punch continued harshly to Pascal's temple.

Bang! Pascal's head jolted, his skin rippling with the impact, he staggered a step to the right, and fell sideways onto the boxing ring.

"Wow!"

A gasp erupted from the crowd.

After the referee called the start, the audience quieted down and attentively watched the two on the ring—one the quick-firing Link, and the other, the Super Middleweight champion of Canada, to see if Link could defeat Pascal within 100 seconds.

As the match began, seeing that Link's punch hadn't knocked Pascal down, many felt the match might hold some surprises.

Pascal had not only heavy punches but also high physical quality and resilience. If he defended fully, it would be difficult for Link to break through his defense in 100 seconds.

Surprisingly, Link broke through Pascal's defense in the next second, knocking down his opponent with a punch.

"Link did a beautiful job!"

Coach Brooks fist-pumped as he shouted from below the ring.

The technique Link used was the newly practiced Combination Punches, head-body, head-body, head-body, striking high then low, striking low then high, misleading, combining feints with real hits.

This type of Combination Punches isn't technically complex, anyone can learn it, but depending on the boxer, the effect can vary greatly.

Ordinary boxers have less strength, slower speed, and using these Combination Punches can't achieve the effect of misleading and combining feints with real hits.

Link was different, his speed was faster than other boxers in the same class, and his punches were as heavy as a Heavyweight's—these Combination Punches in his hands became deadly moves.

Link initially targeted his opponent's head. Given the force of his punches, the opponent had no choice but to defend his head intensely, naturally leaving his chest and abdomen exposed.

At that moment, Link seized the opportunity, delivering a quick and fierce Liver Blow Punch unexpectedly.

Having taken a punch in the ribs, the opponent's defensive focus naturally shifted downward, leaving his head completely unprotected, allowing Link to land a Heavy Punch, instantly knocking Pascal down.

"...5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

The referee knelt beside Pascal counting down from ten. Pascal struggled to stand, swayed twice, and then sat back down, visibly in pain from the punch.

"Yay! Link won!"

Morales shouted excitedly, leaping up from his chair.

"Haha, too fierce!"

Dino Duva clapped and laughed, "Simon, how many seconds?"

"42 seconds!"

"42 seconds? Pascal is the top Super Middleweight in Canada, and Link defeated him in just 42 seconds—that's ferocious."

Dino waved his fists excitedly as he shouted.

"Link, the champion!"

Many fans in the stands also shouted loudly.

Link waved his fists and stepped down from the boxing ring.

Although this match was won easily, it was all the result of his constant training, improving his strength and speed, a culmination of his efforts to deliver that winning blow in the match.