Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

call!

Link's fist grazed Andrzej's chin.

"Wow!"

There was a sigh from the audience.

"Link's arms are a little shorter. Andrzej is taller than him and can dodge very quickly."

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.

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

The audience also shouted excitedly and cheered for the two.

From the first round to the sixth round, the two maintained this state and were inseparable, 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.

Reporters suspected that the report 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 the shouts came one after another.

"KO, why is there no KO?"

"It's exciting to watch, but with 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. This 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 deal 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? Huh, give him 20 million yuan to make a small amount of money? He is really not a smart man. Contact the media and tell him The news about Link Baker’s fake punches was released.”

"Yes, boss!"

"Wait, what's going on 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 face. 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 cautious and authoritarian. With more than a dozen world-class and intercontinental boxing champions including Holyfield, he will never allow Duva to use a big 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!"

"Champion Link!"

"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 so early?"

Reggie watched the game with great interest.

Next to him, West was holding a handheld camera and was filming a video of the two fighting each other, 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, not understanding 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 boxing 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 want to defeat the opponent and win the game as soon as possible, but he wants to get something from the game. This is why he is getting stronger and stronger, because he is not only strong, but also diligent, hard-working and studious. We should all learn from him."

Reggie looked at Link with admiration, his eyes shining.

Mario was going crazy, "It's not like that at all, okay? He is obviously faking a fight."

"Shut up! Mario, you can insult me, but please don't insult Link, okay?" Reggie clenched his fist 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 this world.

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"West, don't you think there is something wrong with this game? Link is faking a fight."

Mario found West. West was an honest old man. Mario believed that he would not lie with his eyes open.

"So what?" West asked with a handheld video recorder.

Mario was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man in disbelief, "Link is faking a fight, so what?!"

"Yes, Link fought Anderzej for nine rounds, and he was in an absolute advantage in eight rounds. He could win by points alone. You should know that Anderzej's skills are among the best in the amateur boxing circle. Link fought him without heavy punches or relying on a strong body. He could beat him with skills alone. This shows that Link has no shortcomings in boxing. He is a perfect boxer. This match has verified everything."

West stroked his chin stubble and smiled with great satisfaction.

"But he is faking a fight."

Mario shouted angrily.

"Shut up!!"

"Link didn't lose to Anderzej on purpose, how can he be said to be faking a fight? Don't say such things anymore."

West said unhappily with a dark face.

Mario returned to his seat dejectedly. He propped up his face and looked at the sky, sure that there was something wrong with this world.

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