Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After the scandal involving Emma Watson erupted, Ms. Irene, Emma's aunt, held a press conference to clarify that they were good friends, getting to know each other, and were not currently dating.

Whether they might date in the future depended on the development of their feelings, and their management agencies would not interfere.

If the two decided to confirm their relationship, they would promptly inform the media and fans.

Irene, at the press conference, thanked the media for their attention and concern towards Emma and spontaneously discussed Emma's new movie, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," feeding plenty of new material to the journalists.

Emma handled the situation appropriately, satisfying the curiosity of the journalists.

On Link's side, he did not show up but let Robinson hold a small press conference outside the boxing gym.

Robinson stated that Link was summoned by the sports commission and was busy preparing for the Olympic Games American qualifiers early next month, and so he presently had no time to meet with reporters.

Regarding the scandal, Robinson stated he was unaware and would not comment.

Since neither party publicly acknowledged, the media had no new material to speculate with and could not continue reporting.

The scandal involving the two gradually subsided as the media shifted their focus to the news of "Anne Hathaway's boyfriend being arrested for fraud."

This scandal had two impacts on Link:

First, Taylor's frequency of phone calls increased.

An average of one call per day, either morning or evening, asking about his training and competition, also discussing her time in the recording studio and her new songs and albums, as if they were dating.

Second, his dates with Emma became more low-key, mostly at night, in private hotels, in the countryside, or on deserted islands, where dating outside was not as comfortable as in the small shop's bedroom, but it was filled with a sense of freshness and excitement.

Despite dealing with two girls, Link maintained his training. Every day upon waking up, he would go running, jumping rope, swimming, doing sit-ups, lifting weights, and boxing; it was all training and no rest.

Bang bang bang!

In the brightly lit boxing gym, over ten boxing apprentices were practicing their poses in front of punching bags, shouting and throwing punches skillfully.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In the center, Link, wearing a white tee with blue letters and cotton shorts, his hands wrapped in protective bands, stood in front of an ivory yellow rubber punching bag.

Rapidly alternating punches, striking the human-shaped punching bag's head and chest, Left Jab + Right Jab + Left Straight Punch + Right Straight Punch + Left Swing Punches + Right Swing Punch + Left Upper Hook Punches + Right Upper Hook Punch + Throwing Punches + Rear Hook Punch

Continuously changing the punches, hitting over fifty times in a minute with all his might.

While punching, his steps were also constantly moving, shifting the directions of the attack.

After over two hours of continuous boxing training, a circle of sweat stains appeared on the surrounding floor.

The T-shirt clung tightly to his back, muscles bulging firmly and well-defined, as if cast from steel and filled with a metallic texture.

Every time he threw a punch, muscles under his skin shifted, resembling a metallic python, full of a terrifying and fierce aura.

Two months into training, his image had significantly changed; his skin tone had darkened from milky white to a bronze color, his formerly delicate and weak face had grown more masculine and handsome, his physique towering and more robust than before, his body even more toned and strong.

The biggest change was his demeanor, from a pale-skinned troublemaking youth to mature, resolute, and tough, his whole body exuding a potent, intense masculine charm.

This even led Danny and Michael to tease him, saying if he dared wander into the wealthy areas of Palm Beach, those wealthy women certainly wouldn't let him leave on his feet.

James also warned him to be careful and to keep a gun in the car, to prevent men from robbing him and women from seducing him.

Link, of course, did not heed their advice.

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Over the past half month of training, his strength, speed, and boxing techniques had significantly improved, surpassing his performance before the Golden Gloves tournament; even if confronted by armed robbers, he could fend off four or five alone with his bare hands.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"How can Link's muscles be so well-proportioned, like those of an android in a movie? I wish I could train to be like him."

In the resting area, Reggie flexed his muscles, enviously stating.

"Proportionate?"

Mario curled his lip, dismissively saying, "Who are we? We're boxers. Boxers need bulk, strong muscles. Besides looking good, what use is proportion?"

"Link's strength is also terrifying. A normal person can't even handle one of his punches. If you don't believe me, try comparing yourself with him."

Reggie looked on admiringly as Link threw his punches.

"I don't believe it! I've trained every day this month, over six hours a day. Even West says I've made great progress. The me now isn't the same as the me from a month ago. It wouldn't be easy for Link to defeat me. Just one punch?

Impossible!"

Mario clenched his fist, bulging the muscles on his arms.

This month of grueling training had also been effective. Although his body was still shaped like a Weeble, with a big belly and short legs, his arms and body muscles had become more solid, his ability to take hits had improved, and his boxing skills had also increased considerably from last month.

He believed that if he fought Link again, he wouldn't be knocked out by Link with just one punch like the last time.

"Link, how about we go to the ring and spar for twelve rounds?"

Mario put on his boxing gloves, his fists collided in front of his chest, and the muscles on his shoulders trembled violently.

Link glanced at him, withdrew his punches, picked up a bottle of cold water to pour over his heated muscles, and had the apprentice Jim bring him boxing gloves. Then he followed Mario onto the boxing ring.

When Reggie and the other boxers and apprentices saw the two of them gearing up to spar, they all stopped what they were doing and gathered around the ring to watch.

West came down from the third floor, saw the two on the ring, and immediately shouted, "What are you guys doing?"

"Coach, Mario wants to spar with Link."

The apprentice Jim yelled.

"Mario, why aren't you wearing protective gear? Don't you know how heavy Link's punches are? Put on the protective gear before starting the match."

Coach West shouted.

Mario was taken aback, his large face suddenly turning red. He clenched his fists and angrily glared at West.

"West, I've been training every day during this period. My ability to take hits has improved significantly. I can take Link's punches without protective gear. Please don't insult me."

"Stop the nonsense and put on the protective gear."

West had Jim and a few apprentices bring the protective gear to the ring and helped Mario put it on: headgear, a chest and abdomen vest, high-resilience sponge protectors, along with sponge gloves which could reduce the opponent's punching power by at least 70%, significantly minimizing the damage caused by boxing.

Mario glared at Link, teeth clenched in anger.

This humiliation was all brought by Link; today, with the help of protective gear, he was determined to turn the tables.

To make West, to make everyone reassess him.

I, Mario Joao, the future heavyweight boxing champion, am no ordinary joe.