Across America, Starting with the Boxing Champion

Chapter 46 Teammates Gathering

 “Link, get down here!”

Mario swung his angry fist and punched Link in the face.

This punch not only contained his 800 pounds of strength, but also the grievances and unwillingness he suffered during this period.

　　Bang!

  1.3 seconds later.

 Mario fell heavily onto the boxing ring paved with hard rubber mats, sending up a cloud of dust.

"Wow!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the surroundings. As soon as they saw Mario coming on the field aggressively, they thought it was an even match. However, as soon as Mario swung his fist, before he could touch Link, he was hit by a backward punch from Link. on the face.

 The process is almost the same as the last time Mario was KOed.

 The difference was that Mario took two more steps back than the first time. His back hit the rope and was bounced by the rope. He couldn't stand and fell down on the ring.

 “It’s this move again! It’s this move again!”

Mario was lying on the boxing ring, looking at the headlights, his face full of sadness and anger.

When he was about to compete with Link just now, he only thought about using his own strength and strong body to fight Link for twelve rounds. He didn't even think about his ultimate move of throwing the punch behind him, nor did he think about defense.

 The result is faster than losing the first time.

He pounded the floor hatefully, sat up and glared at Link angrily, "Why do you use this move every time? Don't you know any other punches except this one?"

 “Because it’s easy to use.”

Link said calmly.

 This move is a late strike, simple and old-fashioned, but very practical.

 Used to deal with boxers like Mario who are slow, have average reflexes, and have average skills.

"Despicable! Link, we have agreed that this is an internal test, not a competition. You are not allowed to use the back fist, nor are you allowed to use other killing moves. We only rely on our strength and body, like the ancient Roman gladiators, to fight head-on. Do you dare to come?"

 Mario shouted, beating his chest with his fist.

"Come!"

 Discussions continue.

Mario roared angrily, waved his fists, and rushed towards Link like crazy.

　　Right straight punch-left swing punch-right straight punch-left uppercut, each punch was exerted with all the strength, and the two thick arms were like thick mallets, sweeping left and right.

He believed that as long as he hit Link with one punch, he would have a chance to get a KO on Link, because Link was not wearing protective gear.

But the **** Link's dodge speed is really too fast. He uses every move such as sliding step, rubbing step, lunge, and Ali's butterfly step very skillfully.

 When you're fighting in a boxing ring, it's more like dancing in a ballroom.

The last second Mario saw him 0.5 meters in front of him, he could knock him down with one punch, but by the time the fist hit there, his body had already flexibly moved out of the way, and at the same time, his swinging fist had swept across the area at some point. Come over here and hit yourself firmly in the head.

 But Link didn't use much force, he knocked it once and then took it back.

Mario punched 32 times in a row, without hitting Link once, but was hit on the head 21 times by Link in a row.

 21 times!

 That is twenty-one punches.

Mario was going crazy. If he was knocked out by Link with one punch, he would admit it. But Link would not kill him every time. He would just hit himself on the head, like an adult playing tricks on a child.

 Mario felt like he was being hit a lot.

After a few more missed punches and a few more knocks on the head, he became completely angry and stopped talking about any rules. He stretched out his arms and hugged Link tightly, trying to throw him to the ring and smash him to the ground. A few punches to release the air.

“Mario, what are you doing?!” West shouted angrily.

Mario ignored him, roared angrily, hugged Link from the waist, and tried to use a WWE hug to pick up Link and throw him to the ground.

 He believes that with his own strength and size, he can definitely do it.

No matter what, let Link make a fool of himself in public.

But when he hugged Link hard, no matter how hard he used, Link's legs were still standing firmly on the ring, like a pillar, and he couldn't pick him up. He looked up in surprise and found that Link A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile made his back feel cold. Just as he was about to let go, he suddenly lost weight under his feet. With a sound, Link grabbed the waistband and the back of his neck and spun him around in his hand. Then the world spun and he was hit on the back. On the boxing ring, my body bounced upwards, and my big belly trembled.

"Wow!"

 There was a burst of exclamation from all around.

The apprentices were astonished by Link's sudden wrestling technique. They didn't expect that Link was not only good at boxing but also good at fighting, and he was so powerful. Mario, who weighed nearly 100 kilograms, was like a large rag doll in his hands. It was too big. It's fierce.

Everyone looked at Link with burning eyes, as if looking at a peerless master, and had the urge to kneel down and call the master.

Link smiled lightly. Back then, he was playing in underground boxing arenas. It was difficult to survive by boxing alone. He also learned some wrestling, fighting, and Muay Thai moves by the way. Mario's hug and fall were just childish in his eyes.

 Pap, pah, pah!

 Pap, pah, pah!

 A burst of crisp applause came from the aisle.

All the apprentices turned around in surprise.

A few people walked through the aisles, Mantis player Andrzej Fonfara, dreadlocked Mario Morales, small-headed Jones Foles, and Andre Berto, accompanied by manager Robinson. Guiding four people.

 The four of them, like Link, were recruited by the Sports Commission and the Boxing Association, and will represent the super middleweight boxers to compete for the remaining two places leading to the Hanking Olympics.

Havana is on the other side of the Florida Strait, 358 kilometers away from Miami, and only takes half an hour by plane.

Therefore, most athletes who come to participate in the qualifying competition first fly to Miami, go through immigration formalities, and then take a ship or plane to Cuba. Morales is the same as the four.

 This is also the reason why the four of them are here.

 “Hey, Link, I didn’t expect you to be able to wrestle, you’re so good.”

Mantis Hand Andrzej waved his long arms and gestured.

“Link, that move just now was really cool. Is it the invincible spin in Street Fighter?”

Dreadlocked Morales shouted.

Link laughed, jumped off the ring, stretched out his fist and touched the four people.

 We were once opponents, but now we are teammates. The qualifying round is about to begin. In the next few days, we all have to share the same enemy and deal with opponents from 34 other countries, trying to get the remaining two places.

 Internal strife is unnecessary.

Not to mention that Link is an elite amateur. With him, the American team will have a better chance of winning.

Anderszej, Morales, and Jones Fullers responded enthusiastically to Link, like friends they hadn't seen for a long time. They didn't take the beating in the ring to heart at all. After all, this is a boxing ring. Getting beaten is normal.

Only Andre Beto saw Link greeting him with undisguised resentment on his face, staring at him with black and white eyes, obviously not letting go of being deceived by him that day.

Link laughed and didn't care. He invited a few people to drink tea and talk about the game the day after tomorrow.

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 (End of this chapter)