Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Link, this seems to be the first time you've completed a round after changing professions, how do you feel?"

In the corner, Dino asked as he fanned Link with a towel.

"Not bad!"

Link replied, taking a sip of water.

"Link, keep it up, fight like this, Tyson won't last many more rounds."

Coach Brooks said.

Link nodded, his own advantages over Tyson were stamina, endurance, speed, and reflexes. If he continued to fight this way, his advantages would grow larger while Tyson's would diminish, and that would be the time for him to defeat Tyson.

"Link, you're injured here, be careful during the fight."

Morales said, pointing at his left rib.

Link glanced at it and nodded. Tyson was shorter than him and had difficulty reaching his head, so he often attacked Link's ribs instead. Despite Link's best efforts to dodge, Tyson had managed to land a couple of punches, and Tyson's fists were heavy; the blows were quite unpleasant.

But Tyson's condition was even worse, with his right eyebrow bone swollen and the left corner of his mouth split open. Sitting quietly on the stool, he let his assistant apply Vaseline to his wounds.

After a minute's rest, Link and Tyson returned to the ring.

"Boxing!"

The second round began, and Link continued his high-frequency jab attacks on Tyson's vulnerable areas, while Tyson countered with his heavy punches.

The two continued to trade blows, punch for punch, flesh on flesh.

In that round, Link threw 102 punches, with 13 of them hitting Tyson in the head, causing the right eyebrow bone to swell severely. His right cheekbone and the left corner of his mouth also began to bleed.

Tyson threw more than 80 punches, landing twice on Link, once on the left rib and once on the chin.

After resting for a minute, the third round continued, and Link kept up the offense for a round and a half, beginning to sweat profusely.

However, to take the fight within 12 rounds against the strong Tyson, Link couldn't afford to give him any chance to breathe. He continued to leverage his stamina and speed advantage, throwing punch after punch at Tyson, treating him as if he were a heavily armored and clumsy Mario.

One punch... ten punches... a hundred punches. In the third round, he again threw over a hundred punches, at least 15 of them hitting Tyson in the head. However, Tyson's ability to take a hit was too strong; punches under 1000 pounds had almost no effect on him, only those over 1400 pounds could cause damage.

And Tyson, true to his reputation as a long-standing champion, remained firmly standing on the ring like a pillar, as if no matter how much Link hit him, he could not be brought down.

Link refused to believe it, gritted his teeth, and continued the high-frequency punching, attacking Tyson's body and head one punch after another.

Bang!

It was probably the 112th or 113th punch when he swung his fist and suddenly noticed a huge gap in Tyson's defense. This punch landed directly on Tyson's left cheek, a heavy blow exceeding 1200 pounds. From past experience, a hit like that would at most make Tyson stagger slightly and then stabilize his stance.

But this time, Tyson staggered, fell to the right, and crashed to the ground.

Wow!

Seeing the heavyweight Tyson knocked down by Link, a super middleweight, the audience couldn't help but let out a gasp of surprise, with some standing up to check on Tyson's condition.

"It's okay! I just slipped."

Tyson shouted to the referee and quickly stood up, giving Link an annoyed glance.

Seeing Tyson's condition, Link knew that his fast attack tactic had worked—he had been trading punches with Tyson for the first three rounds, trying to outdo him in stamina and endurance.

Now, with the third round not yet over, Tyson's defense was showing obvious flaws, indicating his condition was deteriorating, or perhaps the effect of the stimulant was wearing off.

After the referee announced the continuation of the match, Link continued his punching offense, and Tyson, enraged by that last punch, counterattacked even more fiercely, like a wild beast swinging unceasing punches at Link.

Link raised his arms high, clenched his teeth against Tyson's heavy hits, and kept moving his feet, narrowly avoiding being knocked down a couple of times.

Tyson's aggressive attack didn't last long. From the third round to the first half of the fourth round, his speed slowed down again; he was sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

As soon as Link saw Tyson slow down the pace of his attacks, he immediately counterattacked, his arms like spears continuously attacking Tyson's defenses.

The spectators below watched the two fight from the first to the fourth round, one battling after the other, non-stop in between, feeling thoroughly thrilled by the action.

"Did Franco say Link's goal is to become the world champion in five categories across the four major organizations?"

Old Duvall asked Nora Duvall by his side.

Nora nodded, "That's what Link said to Franco before the final match of the Golden Gloves Championship."

Old Duvall looked at Link on the boxing ring and sighed, "What a confident young man he is, maybe he has a chance."

Nora asked in surprise, "Do you think Link could get the Golden Belt after moving up to heavyweight?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"There's a big chance,"

said old Duvall, nodding.

Nora frowned slightly, feeling a tinge of regret. If she had known Link's potential was so great, she would have been more assertive in Miami and fought with Franco over him.

Bang bang bang!

On the boxing ring, Link continued his strenuous attack, his muscular back drenched in sweat, the lines of his muscles even more pronounced, gleaming with a bronze glow under the lights.

Boom!

At the 136th second of the fourth round, Link once again broke through Tyson's double-arm defense, landing a punch on his forehead. Tyson stepped back and fell onto the canvas, eliciting another cry of shock from the audience.

Link pulled back his fist, took a few breaths, and his biceps trembled slightly. The intensity of this fight was comparable to the one against Pitts, with similarly high defense and superior ability to take punches.

And Tyson was even better on defense than Pitts, managing to counter while defending, causing a lot of trouble for Link.

In this round, Link threw over 120 punches, and after stopping the attack, his deltoids trembled continuously, sweat soaking the waistband of his fight shorts.

"10, 9, 8..."

This time Tyson fell, lying on the ground for three seconds before shaking his head and getting up.

Link also noticed his legs trembling, a sign of exhaustion, possibly a side effect of performance-enhancing drugs.

So, at the start of the fifth round, Link took a deep breath and continued to forcefully attack Tyson, punch after punch. Even though each punch was around 1200 pounds, getting hit continuously was no pleasant experience. Tyson was forced to defend with all his might, using his arms to protect his head.

In the fifth round, Link threw 114 punches and knocked down Tyson twice.

"Tyson lost!"

Holyfield said helplessly.

"It's an honorable defeat. Link did extremely well both offensively and defensively. Even if Tyson was at his peak, he might not have been able to defeat him cleanly. It's hard to believe he's only 20 years old, it's incredible,"

exclaimed Riddick Bowe.

"I have a premonition that Link's achievements in the future will not be far off from mine and Pacquiao's. The boxing world is about to see another dominator,"

De La Hoya said, clenching his fist.

The people around nodded.

In the sixth round, Link knocked Tyson down once again. Tyson lay on the ground for eight seconds before struggling to get up, then chose to give up the match after standing up.

"Hey, Mike, you alright?"

Link, dripping with sweat on the stage, gasped and asked.

Tyson sat in the corner of the boxing ring, looking somewhat dejected and confused. Glancing at him, he said, "Link, tell me the truth, how much did you hide during the punch power test at the HBO production center? Your punch is definitely more than 1500 pounds."

Link smiled faintly. Indeed, he hadn't hidden much. Before the Olympics, his right punch reached a maximum of 1540 pounds, and over two-plus months, he had made a breakthrough in training, pushing the maximum to 1600 pounds. That was why he had been able to take advantage of Tyson's weary state to knock him down repeatedly.

"You're a cunning fellow! But knocking me down isn't much to brag about. I've barely trained in the past two years, and my strength has seriously declined. In the heavyweight realm, I'm at most a second-rate boxer. If you want to beat Chris Byrd, Valuev, and get the Golden Belt, you'll need to train more,"

Tyson said as he stood up.

"I will!"

Link said, extending his fist.

Tyson showed off his two big golden teeth and bumped fists with him.

"I declare the winner of this 'Battle of the Century' to be... Link Baker!"

Mr. Thomp personally ran onto the stage, lifted Link's arm, and even received an ostentatious belt from a model's hand, passing it to Link. In the middle of the belt, there was a gold emblem with several glittering letters spelling 'Thomp'.

Link shook his head; it was too extravagant for his taste.