Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Seeing Link finally knock down Andrea, over ten thousand people excitedly clapped and cheered, the massive wave of sound almost ripping the roof off the American Airlines Arena.

"10, 9, 8..."

The referee had barely counted to three when Andrea staggered to his feet, and the fans let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Boxing!"

With only 32 seconds left in the third round, Link wanted to press his advantage and score another KO within those seconds.

Bang!

As he threw punches at Andrea in succession, Andrea, who had been coiled up for a while, suddenly struck out, a hook punch hitting Link's left jaw. Luckily, Link's reaction was quick enough; he tilted his head to the side the moment he saw Andrea's sudden move, avoiding a solid hit.

However, the tremendous force of Andrea's punch still made him stagger, taking two steps back to stabilize himself. Andrea, seizing the advantage, relentlessly swung his fists, launching an attack on him.

Link was a bit surprised but also pleased.

He wasn't afraid of Andrea's offense; he was afraid of Andrea tucking in for five rounds.

When Andrea tucked in, to hit his vital spots, one needed to break through his defense, which meant landing only one punch out of ten, resulting in a significant drain on energy.

But now the situation was different.

Andrea had given up the tuck-in tactic and took the initiative to attack, creating more openings in the process. Without having to throw heavy punches to break the defense, Link could hit his head, face.

Bang!

Andrea's right upper hook punch hit Link's chin.

Link's right swing punch landed heavily on Andrea's temple; despite the sponge padding, the massive impact still caused disorientation.

Both men were hit almost at the same time, Link stumbled, and Andrea staggered three or four steps to the left, grabbing the ropes to steady himself.

Link pressed the advantage, pinning Andrea against the ropes, and in a flash, his hands shot out eight jabs in one second, hitting Andrea's bridge of the nose, chin, and both ribs. Andrea reached out to embrace him, employing a clinching strategy.

"Break!"

The referee came over to pull them apart.

Link pulled his fists back and stepped away.

The referee inquired if Andrea was okay. Andrea indicated he was fine but when he looked at Link, his eyes were aflame with rage, wishing he could punch Link to death.

Link also looked back at him coldly, with a disdainful smile on his face.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The third round ended, and they returned to their corners.

"Link, keep it up! Link, keep it up!"

Reggie chanted non-stop in his ear.

"Link! Champion!"

"Link! Champion!"

James, Danny, and Michael were also in the stands, shouting loudly along with hundreds of neighbors from Ocean Drive.

Link's fans also took the opportunity to start shouting.

Link didn't need to look back to know how many people were hoping for him to become the champion. How could he let down those who supported him? How could he ever let them down?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Link stood up, clenched his fists, flexed his muscles all over his body, and roared three times.

This was the action he had used to psych himself up in the ring before, Reggie and Mario didn't understand and looked confused, feeling an icy aura radiating from him, which was quite frightening.

Mario watched with a chill in his heart, sensing this guy must have killed someone in the past.

The fourth round began.

Andrea initiated the offense with a powerful combination of left straight punch + right straight punch + left swing punch. Andrea's arms were short but fast and strong.

But Link was faster and stronger, and his arms were 4cm longer.

Defensively, Link couldn't gain the upper hand.

But when exchanging punches, Link had the advantage; his fierce right swing punch dismantled Andrea's combination, followed by an unreasonable heavy punch that landed on Andrea's chin, sending him back three steps, crashing into the ropes.

Link stepped forward, another flurry of super-fast jabs hitting Andrea's ribs and head.

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Bang, bang, bang!

Andrea implemented the clinching tactic again, breaking James's offensive, while Link took the opportunity to land two more swing punches to his ribs.

"Break!"

The referee stepped forward to separate them, warning both Andrea and Link, then announced the continuation of the match.

"Andrea, hold onto him, the match is almost over."

Andrea's coach shouted.

Hearing Andrea's coach shout that the match was almost over, Link became desperate and, regardless of Andrea's straight punch coming straight at him, landed a ferocious rear hook punch that got there first, heavily striking Andrea's right cheek.

Thud!

Thud!

Almost simultaneously, Link received a blow to the corner of his mouth, staggered back a step, looked like he was about to fall, then hurriedly retreated two steps back, his back slamming against the ropes.

Andrea stumbled three steps, side-slamming onto the canvas.

"Wow!"

"Another KO!"

"Link, champion! Champion!"

The audience roared excitedly.

"Get up, you trash, get up!"

In the stands, Greg Cohen clenched his fist, growling in a suppressed voice.

Encouraged by his silent cheer, Andrea Berto lay on the ground for three seconds, then slowly got up, grabbing the ropes, his gaze toward Link filled with murderous intent.

The two glared at each other, threw punches towards each other's bodies, and in less than 10 seconds, they exchanged over twenty punches.

Link tried to knock Andrea down again, but Andrea's defense was tight, his offense and defense balanced, making two of Link's heavy punches miss.

Ding, ding, ding!

The fourth round ended.

"There's only one round left. Can Link KO Andrea in the remaining round?"

"It's difficult, unless he can knock down Andrea three times in a row, but obviously he can't do it."

"Link has launched an offensive in four rounds, throwing nearly 100 punches each time, and over 110 punches in the fourth round. He won't have much energy left. This round, as long as Andrea keeps his head down and prevents Link from landing punches, and lasts the 120 seconds, Link is sure to lose."

Promoters whispered among themselves, unanimously thinking Link had a slim chance of winning.

Resting corner of the ring.

"Link, how are you doing?"

West handed him a towel.

"I'm fine!"

Link drank some water, spitting it out with blood, as Andrea's punch had also broken the corner of his mouth, but it wasn't a big problem at the moment; Andrea's condition was likely worse than his.

"Link, hang in there! I think you can definitely win."

Reggie shouted.

"Of course, I can win."

Link said, clenching his fists.

The opposite corner.

"Andrea, don't attack this round, just defend with all your might, pull through these 120 seconds, and you've won."

Andrea's coach said.

Andrea nodded silently; after two rounds of exchanging punches, he didn't have much energy left, his head felt a bit dizzy, his brow bone and cheeks were injured, and his ribs on both sides were in throbbing pain. He also didn't think going on the offensive was a good idea.

Full defense, pull through this round, and victory would be his.

Andrea clenched his fists, glaring fiercely at Link across the ring, Kid, you're done for.

Link, too, clenched his fists, his eyes brimming with a murderous aura.

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