Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

"Link, get down!"

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

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

Bang!

1.3 seconds later.

Mario fell heavily on the boxing ring covered with hard rubber pads, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Wow!"

There was a burst of exclamations from the surroundings. When they saw Mario coming on the field with great momentum, they thought it was a evenly matched match, but Mario had just swung his fist and was hit in the face by Link's back throw before he touched Link.

It was almost the same as the last time Mario was KOed.

The difference was that Mario took two more steps back than the first time, and his back hit the ropes, which bounced back and he couldn't stand up, so he fell to the boxing ring.

"It's the same move again! It's the same move again!"

Mario lay on the boxing ring, looking at the headlights above his head, his face full of grief 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 think of his killer move, the back throw, nor did he think about defense.

As a result, he lost faster than the first time.

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

"Because this move is easy to use."

Link said lightly.

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

It is used to deal with Mario, a boxer with slow speed, average reaction ability and average skills, and it is always successful.

"Despicable! Link, we agreed that this is an internal competition, not a competition. You are not allowed to use the back throw, and other killer moves are not allowed. We only rely on strength and body, like the ancient Roman gladiators, head-on confrontation, do you dare to come?"

Mario pounded his chest with his fist and shouted.

"Come on!"

The competition continued.

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

Right straight punch-left hook-right straight punch-left uppercut, each punch was used with all his strength, and his two sturdy arms were like thick wooden hammers, sweeping left and right.

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

But Link's dodge speed was too fast, sliding, rubbing, lunging, Ali's butterfly step, every move was used very skillfully.

Fighting in the boxing ring is more like dancing in a dance hall.

In the last second, Mario saw him 0.5 meters in front of him, and he could knock him down with one punch, but when the fist hit there, his body had already dodged flexibly, and his swinging punch had swept over at some point, hitting his head steadily.

But Link didn't use much strength, and he took it back after a hit.

Mario punched 32 times in a row, but he didn't hit Link once, but his head was hit 21 times in a row by Link.

21 times!

That is, twenty-one punches.

Mario was almost mad. If Link knocked him out with one punch, he would have accepted it, but Link never killed him, just hit him on the head, like an adult playing with a child.

Mario felt like he was hit by tons of blows.

After several consecutive punches missed and his head was hit several times, he was completely angry and no longer followed any rules. He stretched out his arms and hugged Link tightly, wanting to throw him to the ring and punch him on the ground to vent his anger.

"Mario, what are you doing?!"

West shouted angrily.

Mario ignored him, roared, hugged Link by the waist, and tried to use the WWE hold and throw to pick Link up and throw him to the ground.

He believed that with his strength and size, he could definitely do it.

No matter what, he had to make Link look bad in public.

But when he hugged Link, no matter how hard he tried, Link's legs were still firmly on the ring, like a pillar, and he couldn't hold him up. He looked up in surprise and found a strange smile on Link's lips.

This smile made his back feel cold. Just when he wanted to let go, he suddenly lost weight under his feet. With a cry of "ah", Link grabbed his waist and neck and spun him in his hands. Then he spun around, his back hit the ring, his body bounced up, and his big belly trembled.

"Wow!"

There was a burst of exclamations from all around.

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

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

Link smiled softly. It was hard to survive in the underground boxing ring when he was fighting. He also learned some wrestling, fighting, and Muay Thai moves. Mario's takedowns were just child's play in his eyes.

Clap!

Clap!

A burst of crisp applause came from the aisle.

The apprentices turned their heads in surprise.

Several people walked into the aisle, Anderzej Fonfala, the mantis hand, Mario Morales, the small-headed Jones Fullers, and Andre Berto, accompanied by manager Robinson, who was guiding the four people.

Like Link, the four of them were recruited by the Sports Committee and the Boxing Association. They will represent the super middleweight boxers to compete for the remaining two places to the Hanjing Olympics.

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

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

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

"Hey, Link, I didn't expect you to wrestle, so awesome."

Anderzej, the mantis hand, waved his long arms and gestured.

"Link, that move just now was so cool, is it the invincible big spin in Street Fighter?"

Morales, with dreadlocks, shouted.

Link laughed, jumped off the boxing ring, and stretched out his fist to bump with the four people.

They used to be opponents, but now they are teammates. The qualifying competition is about to begin. In the next few days, everyone must share the same hatred and fight against opponents from the other 34 countries together, and try to get the remaining two places.

Internal strife is unnecessary.

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

Andre Zeger, Morales, and Jones-Folles responded to Link enthusiastically, like they hadn't seen each other for a long time. They didn't take the beating in the ring to heart at all. After all, this is the boxing arena, and it's normal to be beaten.

Only Andre Berto saw Link greet him, and the resentment on his face was not concealed. He stared at him with black and white eyes, obviously still not letting go of the fact that he was deceived that day.

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

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