Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

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"Boxing!"

The match had begun, and when the referee swung down his arm, Tyson roared and threw a vicious punch at Link. His arm muscles bulged, and the veins on his neck and forehead protruded upwards, making him look somewhat ferocious.

Link could have dodged the punch, but he wanted to test Tyson's strength. As Tyson's fist hammered down, Link crossed his arms in front of his chest to defend. Enjoy more content from empire

Bang! Tyson's fist struck his arms, and Link felt a formidable force spread from his arms throughout his entire body, involuntarily stepping back four paces and bumping into the ropes behind him.

Link secretly praised Tyson's punch. Indeed, a heavyweight boxer's punch was different—the impact of that punch was definitely no less than 1600 pounds.

"Wow!"

Seeing him pushed back by Tyson's punch, the audience couldn't help but let out a gasp of amazement.

"Link, do you see the gap between us now? Next, I'll make you feel despair."

Tyson grinned, swinging his fists as he charged again, attacking Link's body with punches that grew heavier each time.

Now that Link understood the weight behind Tyson's punches, he had a strategy in mind. Facing Tyson's relentless onslaught, he used his quick reflexes and nimble footwork to dodge left and right around Tyson, his movements deft and smooth.

In the eyes of the audience, Link and Tyson were grappling up close. Tyson kept throwing punches fiercely, while Link constantly dodged, narrowly avoiding Tyson's fists each time—a thrilling and exciting sight.

"Come on! Tyson, come on!"

"Come on, Link!"

The shouts of encouragement for both sides from the audience were equally matched.

"Nice job, Tyson! You too, Link!"

Woody Allen, the director, shouted, swinging his fists.

Martin Scorsese, the director next to him, looked at him curiously. "Which side are you really on?"

Woody Allen laughed heartily, "I used to be a fan of Tyson, but now I'm more familiar with Link. I like his boxing matches too, so I cheer for both of them."

Martin Scorsese shook his head, looking at Link on the stage—handsome, strong, with a determined expression, he seemed well-suited for art house films. Perhaps Scorsese could collaborate with him someday.

On the ring, Tyson had launched over fifty punches in the first 30 seconds, all of which Link dodged or parried, none hitting any vital spot on Link. Tyson was panting heavily, and his speed inevitably slowed down.

"Mike, is this what you called 'despair'?"

Link asked with a smile.

Tyson bit down on his mouthguard, glaring furiously at him. How could this kid's reaction speed be so fast? Originally Tyson hoped to make a comeback by defeating Link, earning some money to pay off his debts. But Link's strength was much greater than he had anticipated, comparatively not much less than that of other heavyweight boxers.

"Now it's my turn."

Not giving Tyson a chance to catch his breath, Link quickly launched a counterattack. A ruthless right swing punch flew towards Tyson's head but was firmly blocked by Tyson's arm.

Tyson flexed his powerful muscles and smirked at him.

Link ignored him, following up with a second and third punch toward Tyson's body. His arms were 12 centimeters longer than Tyson's, allowing him to stand at a safer distance, delivering non-stop punches without worrying about being hit by Tyson.

Bang! The fifth punch was a cunning jab that penetrated Tyson's defense and struck stably onto his left jaw. Tyson stepped back, bracing himself with his legs and firmly stood on the canvas.

"Hmph!"

Tyson tapped his chin with a fist and looked disdainfully at Link. "Is that all? With that little power, you dare to challenge Chris Byrd and Valuev?"

Link was somewhat astonished; the punch was definitely over 1000 pounds. In a super middleweight competition, a punch like that had a 30% chance of knocking down the opponent and over an 80% chance of causing them to stumble or retreat three or four steps.

But Tyson had managed to stabilize his body merely by stomping hard on the floor.

Link guessed the reason was the weight. Tyson weighed over 230 pounds, his muscles were more solid than those of a super middleweight boxer, which also made his center of gravity more stable and his ability to resist punches stronger. Punches below 1000 pounds basically had no effect on him.

Additionally, Tyson was a veteran who had been boxing for over twenty years and had faced opponents with heavier punches than Link's, giving him richer experience in dealing with attacks.

If Link wanted to quickly knock down Tyson in a short time, he had to hit as hard as possible, and his approach needed to be more flexible.

Before the match, Link thought that Tyson, due to age and several years of indulging in eating, drinking, gambling, and prostitution, had relaxed his training and diminished his strength. Defeating such an opponent shouldn't be too difficult.

However, it wasn't until the match started that Link realized he had underestimated his opponent. Competing against a heavyweight boxer was very different from competing against a super middleweight.

Super middleweight boxers weren't usually very large; their physiques were similar to ordinary people's, just with firmer muscles and lower body fat, which resulted in their lower ability to take heavy hits—they could hardly take attacks above 1400 pounds.

But they were also faster, more agile, and had quicker reactions, making it quite difficult to hit them.

In the heavyweight division, qualities like punching power, resistance to hits, physical strength, and stamina were prioritized over technique and speed. Boxers with such advantages were also more likely to succeed.

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For instance, Tyson, Lennox Lewis, the Klitschko brothers, Shannon Briggs, etc.

The most typical example was WBA champion Valuev, who, in his rank, had below-average speed and technical level, relying only on punching power and physical advantage to become the world champion. "Boxing Ring" magazine described him as 'a clumsy polar bear'.

To defeat them, one must not continue to use tactics for dealing with super middleweight opponents; new tactics must be adopted.

Bang bang bang!

Link immediately increased the speed and power of his punches, raining them down on Tyson without stopping, one after the other.

Compared to Tyson's powerful and heavy punches.

His fists were like spears, with an offensive that was continuous and extremely fast, piercing with great penetrating power, making them hard to defend against.

Under his unrelenting assault, Tyson had no chance to fight back. As soon as he tried to strike back, he would take a punch to the head. He could only protect his head with both hands and kept dodging, fighting very awkwardly.

The audience below the stage, however, found it very enjoyable. They were used to seeing Tyson bombard others with heavy punches, and now they finally saw Tyson being pressured by an opponent.

"Go Link!"

"Well done, Link!"

The audience below shouted loudly.

Thump!

Link landed a left hook to Tyson's left rib. Although Tyson had thick muscles on his ribs, after being hit continuously seven or eight times, his left rib started to ache, making him involuntarily lower his arms.

Great opportunity!

Link's tactic was to attack up and hit down, feinting. As Tyson slightly lowered his arms, Link's jab struck swiftly and hit Tyson's right eye socket with a thud.

Tyson staggered backward, his footing chaotic and his defense loose.

Of course, Link wouldn't miss this opportunity. He closed in on Tyson and unleashed a rapid-fire combo of left jab + right jab + left uppercut + right uppercut, targeting Tyson's head, chin, and abdomen in an unending barrage.

Tyson was forced to retreat again and again until his back was against the ropes. He reached out both hands, attempting to grab Link.

Fearing his ear would be bitten or his head butted, Link quickly stepped back and landed a hook punch on Tyson's chin, making Tyson stumble and crash into the ropes behind him, nearly falling over.

"Wow!"

"Tyson underestimated him!"

"Link's punches definitely exceed 1500 pounds."

Holyfield and former WBA champion Riddick Bowe said in surprise

"Damn it!"

On the ring, Tyson quickly got up, baring his teeth and glaring ferociously at Link. He had underestimated Link's punches, who turned out to be more challenging than he had imagined.

Link didn't care how he felt and continued to pummel Tyson with punches.

Angered by the hits, Tyson also stopped guarding and met Link's punches head-on in a close-quarter brawl.

Link's punches were fast and accurate, with a high offensive efficiency. Once Tyson dropped his defense, he often landed three or four out of ten punches.

While Tyson's punches were heavy and he had a high capacity to take a beating, his reactions couldn't match Link's agility. Out of twenty punches, he would only land one on Link.

The two exchanged blows, fist to flesh, fighting to a standstill.

The audience was dazzled as if they were back in 1987 during Tyson's bout with former IBF champion Tony Tucker, where they battled fiercely for 12 rounds. Tyson won by points, and the fight was considered a heavyweight pinnacle showdown with both sides very aggressive and punches connecting solidly.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Now, seeing Tyson exchange punches again, the audience's cheers and applause were non-stop.

Ding ding ding!

The first round ended. Each round in a professional match lasts three minutes with a one-minute rest in between, and depending on the match rules, fights can have from 6 to 12 rounds. Both Link and Tyson were engaged in a 12-round match.

"Link, if this was ten years ago, you wouldn't last a round in my hands."

Tyson said, breathing hard.

"In ten years, I'm confident that I could beat you in 100 seconds,"

Link said with a smile.

Tyson grunted and, raising his fists, returned to his corner.