Across America, Starting with the Boxing Champion

Chapter 28 He is just giving fake punches

Phew!

Link's fist grazed Andrzej's chin.

 “wow!”

There was a sigh from the audience.

“Link’s arms are a bit shorter, Andrzej is taller than him, and his dodge speed is also very fast.”

West said regretfully.

Andrzej's agent wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only many reporters at the scene remained skeptical. Before the game, they received a call from an enthusiastic audience, saying that Link and Andrzej had a secret deal and were preparing to fake a punch. Could Link's missed punch be intentional? of?

With doubts, reporters stared closely at the boxing ring, trying to find evidence that Link was fake.

Link and Andrzej were punching each other in the boxing ring, attacking and defending each other, and hitting each other's effective parts. It was a very exciting fight.

 The audience also shouted excitedly and cheered for the two.

From the first round to the sixth round, the two men maintained this state and fought inextricably, fully demonstrating their superb offensive and defensive skills in boxing.

But reporters vaguely felt that something was wrong. With Link's strength and speed, it was not difficult to KO the 'thin' Anderszej. However, after six rounds, there was not a single KO. At most, Anderszej was knocked down. On the rope or on the corner post.

 This is obviously not Link's style.

 The reporters suspected that the reporting phone call was genuine and that Link and Andrzej were playing fake punches.

 Bang, bang, bang!

In the boxing ring, by the eighth round, the two men were dripping with sweat, and their fists were often sweaty, but the game was still exciting. The two men shot very fast, often hitting each other's head, chest and abdomen, and often using Fast punches that make a loud bang.

The audience enjoyed watching it very much, and they shouted one after another.

 “KO, why is there no KO?”

“It’s exciting to watch, but at Link’s level, the game shouldn’t be played like this.”

 “What is Link doing?”

Although they were not notified by the mysterious person, promoters who are regulars in the boxing ring also noticed some problems when they saw the eighth round. The match seemed to be a bit watery.

“Boss, I got news that Link seems to be playing fake punches.”

The assistant walked up to Greg Cohen and said softly, "It's news from reporters. Someone reported to them that there may be a private transaction between Link and Andrzej."

 “Really? What does he want to do?”

Greg Cohen stared at Link on the stage, and suddenly sneered, "Is it making money? Humph, give him 20 million yuan to make a small amount of money? He is indeed not a smart man. Contact the media and tell him The news about Link Baker’s fake punches was released.”

 “Yes, boss!”

 “Wait a minute, what’s going on over there with Franco Duva?”

"The boss, Mr. Franco Duva, seemed to have some unpleasant experiences while communicating with Mr. Duva Sr. Mr. Duva Jr. had already returned to New York on United Airlines at noon, leaving only his assistant Simon in Miami. "

Greg Cohen listened, with a satisfied smile on his lips. Everything was as he expected.

 Compared with the internal competition mechanism of "the capable will advance and the mediocre will retire" implemented within top promotion companies, the family-style management model implemented by major event promotion companies seems too outdated.

Lou Duva is a cautious and authoritarian person. With more than a dozen world-class and intercontinental boxing champions including Holyfield, he will never agree to the young Dewar to use a large contract to sign an amateur boxer.

Little Duva’s trip was destined to be in vain.

Greg Cohen looked at Link on the ring, clenched his fists, and showed a determined smile.

 "Come on! Link, come on!"

  "Link Champion!"    "Come on Andrzej!"

In the auditorium, the audience shouted for eight rounds, and their voices were almost hoarse, but so what, being able to watch the battle between two boxing masters live was much more enjoyable than twisting and screaming in a bar or KTV. .

The boxers at the scene also watched the match between the two with wide eyes, watching their moves, wonderful attacks, wonderful defenses, wonderful dodges, and wonderful counterattacks. Everyone seemed to be watching two boxing masters. Live teaching video.

"No way, Anderzej is so thin, I can do it with one punch. Link fought him for nine rounds? Could it be that he is really on drugs? His fists are so soft?" Mario held on. Face, looking at the game on the stage boredly.

 “Isn’t this wonderful? Why do you want them to end it early?”

 Reggie watched the game with great interest.

Next to him, West was holding a handheld camera and filming a video of the fight between the two, preparing to take it back for the apprentices in the boxing gym to observe and learn from.

"But don't you think it's abnormal? With Link's level, it shouldn't be like this. There is something wrong here." Mario said.

"There is a problem, but I understand Link." Reggie looked at Link with a look of admiration on his face.

Mario's eyes widened and he didn't understand what was worthy of worship here? Is your worship in the wrong place?

“Don’t you believe it?” Reggie turned around and smiled, “If you met a boxer with great skills in the ring, would you fight him for a few more rounds to hone your skills?”

 Mario looked at his sandbag-sized fist and said, "No, I will just punch him down."

Reggie shook his head and sighed: "This is the gap between us and Link. We only think about defeating our opponents early and winning the game, but he thinks about getting something from the game. This is why he is getting stronger and stronger. The reason is because he is not only strong, but also diligent, hard-working and eager to learn. We should all learn from him.”

Reggie looked at Link with admiration, his eyes shining brightly.

 Mario was going crazy, "It's not like that at all, okay? He's obviously giving fake punches."

"Shutup! Mario, you can insult me, but please don't insult Link, okay?" Reggie clenched his fists and said angrily.

 Mario opened his mouth. After living for twenty-two years, he felt for the first time that there might be something wrong with the world.

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“West, don’t you think there’s something wrong with this match? Link is playing fake punches.”

Mario finds West. West is an upright old man. Mario believes that he will not tell lies.

“So what?” West asked, holding a handheld video recorder.

Mario was stunned for a moment and looked at the old man in disbelief, "Link, he's making fake punches, so what do you think?!"

"Yes, Link and Andrzej fought for nine rounds, and they were in an absolute advantage in eight of them. They could win by points alone. You must know that Andrzej's skills are among the best in amateur boxing circles. Link and him In the fight, you don't need to punch hard, don't rely on a strong body, and can defeat him just with technique. This shows that Link has no shortcomings in boxing. He is a perfect boxer. This game proves everything. "

West stroked the stubble on his chin and showed a very satisfied smile.

 “But he’s playing fake punches.”

 Mario shouted angrily.

"Shut up!"

“Link didn’t lose to Andrzej on purpose, so how can he say he was playing fake punches? Don’t say that again in the future.”

West said unhappily with a dark face.

Mario returned to his seat dejectedly. He raised his face and looked at the sky, confirming that there was indeed something wrong with the world.

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 (End of this chapter)