Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

During the interval between matches, the bar gambling booth would set aside ten minutes for drinkers to place bets and for boxers to rest.

But in Link's match, ten minutes seemed too much. After he went on stage, the gambling booth only received $13 in bets on his victory. Obviously, everyone knew that Link could not win, and no one was willing to give money to the gambling booth.

In the boxing ring, Mario, who had finished his break, walked in front of Link. The two stood face to face. They were of the same height, about 186 cm. Link was slender and muscular, but the muscles were not big, while Mario on the opposite side was fat, with a barrel waist and round arms, like the hind legs of a cow.

The two stood together, like a bodybuilder and a sumo wrestler.

"Hey, kid, you're dead."

Mario poked his boxing gloves and grinned coldly.

"If you are ugly, don't smile like that, it will make you uglier."

Link said lightly.

"Hou Lixie, what did you say?"

Mario was furious and waved his fist to hit him.

The referee saw this and rushed over to stop him.

"Boy, you're dead, I promise to God."

Mario panted and cursed.

Link shrugged his shoulders and looked at him with contempt. Mario was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wanted to rush over to beat him up right now.

The referee began to announce the rules of the game.

During the game, it is not allowed to push, pull, bite, strangle, kick the crotch, or hit the opponent with the head, shoulder, or elbow. The effective hitting parts include the front and side of the head, above the waist and the front and side of the upper body, but hitting the arm will not score. If the referee shouts BREAK, you must stop and step back, otherwise you will be judged as a loser.

The coach mainly talked to Link, worried that he was too amateur and used taboo moves in a hurry during the game.

Link nodded, indicating that he fully understood.

"Boxing!"

After the announcement, the referee waved his right hand downward and the game began.

"Mario, hit him in the face, I'll buy you a drink."

"Mario, knock him down in one round, otherwise you're a wimp."

"Come on Link, protect your nose."

After the game started, the drinkers started to revel and shouted some messy words.

There were also more professional spectators in the crowd, such as West Corian, who was Mario's coach.

After the fight started, he saw at a glance that Link was not a rookie. Seeing that Link's body was relaxed, his hands were naturally vertical, his feet moved forward and backward in an orderly manner, and his steps were flexible, he looked like a well-trained boxer.

"Mario, be careful, don't underestimate the enemy!"

West Corian stood up and shouted.

It was a pity that it was too late.

After the game started, Mario gave up his usual conservative style and chose to take the initiative to attack. He took two steps in the middle of the ring and rushed directly to Link.

Seeing that Link did not dodge in time, he was delighted, roared, waved his fist, and hit Link's handsome and hateful face.

It was a jab, fast and fierce, with a tricky angle. If it hit him, his nose would most likely be broken.

At the moment when Mario threw the punch, West Corian opened his eyes wide in shock. He saw that Link's shoulder did not move, but just slightly turned his head, and he narrowly avoided Mario's fist, as if he had completely predicted Mario's attack route.

However, what happened next shocked West Corian even more. Just as Mario's fist had just brushed Link's hair and passed through, Link's left fist strangely appeared on Mario's side face, and Mario was completely unprepared.

"Mari."

Bang!

Before West could shout "be careful", Link's swinging fist hit Mario's face hard. Mario's face was hit violently, and the fat on his face showed oscillating ripples.

Poof! The pink braces were thrown out of his mouth with saliva, and under the illumination of the incandescent light, they were translucent.

Mario tilted his body, staggered a few steps, and fell to the boxing ring with a bang, splashing dust.

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The scene was silent.

Thousands of spectators stood there, tilting their necks at a 45° angle, their mouths opened into an 'O' shape, staring blankly at the boxing ring.

".Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

When the referee counted down for Mario lying on the ground, the audience also thawed out from their stiffness.

Boom!

"That white-faced guy won?!"

"How is it possible? He is so thin, how can he knock down Mario with one punch?"

"Who is that white-faced guy?"

"His name is Link! Link Baker! He is my partner."

James' chubby cheeks flushed with excitement, and he raised his hands and kept shouting Link's name.

"Link won? That's incredible."

Daniel also shouted excitedly,

"Link, you are the best!"

Looking at the crowded crowd below the stage and listening to their shouts, Link's heartbeat accelerated. He seemed to be back in the boxing ring before. The audience, the boxing ring, the opponent, and himself, everything seemed to be the same.

He liked this feeling, liked the feeling of defeating the opponent and accepting the cheers.

Link waved his fist vigorously.

"I declare that the winner of the first game is Link Baker."

The referee raised Link's arm.

"In the second game, does anyone want to challenge Link?"

"I'll do it. He must have knocked down Mario by chance."

"He won by sneak attack. He is not very powerful. I can kill him if I go up."

"He's not as strong as me, so he can't be that powerful. If I had $100, I could beat him to pieces. Is there any guy willing to sponsor me with $100?"

The audience was noisy, and many people wanted to go up and beat him up, but only five people came to the ring and lined up with hundred-dollar bills. The first one to come up was a strong Latino man with anaconda tattoos on his shoulders and walked onto the ring.

The strong man was over 190 centimeters tall, with thick muscles and shoulders as broad as door panels. When he walked over, he gave people a sense of oppression.

"Hey, kid, it's nothing if you rely on luck to defeat Mario. I can defeat him in one round, do you believe it?"

The strong man said provocatively, waving his fist.

"If you don't believe it, no part of your body, except your mouth, can be hardened. You are more of a softie than Mario."

Link looked at the other person up and down with contemptuous eyes.

"Fake! Boy, you pissed me off. I said one round is one round. If it takes more than one round, I lose."

The strong man anaconda waved his fist and shouted.

Link curled his lips and smiled.

The referee came over, announced the rules of the game, and the game started.

"Fuck you to death!"

The strong man did not touch his gloves. As soon as the match began, he swung his fist as big as a sandbag and hit Link hard on the forehead.

"Watch carefully!"

In the audience, West Corian yelled at Mario, who had just woken up.

Mario was leaning on the chair, holding an ice pack on his forehead. His head was dizzy, and his face was no longer so fierce. He squinted his eyes and watched the game on the ring.

The strong anaconda punched Link on the head. Link flexibly turned his head and dodged the opponent's straight punch.

"Look at his right hand."

West yelled.

Mario's eyes suddenly widened. Just as he was watching Link dodge his opponent's killer move, he accidentally discovered that Link's right fist came to his opponent's face at some point.

Bang!

Link's uppercut had a close relationship with the mandible of the strong man.

The strong man was hit in the chin, and his head was thrown back violently. He sprayed out a mouthful of water mist on his back, took three steps back, and fell on his back on the ring. A 19-meter-tall man fell to the ground. The visual effects are absolutely stunning.

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There was silence under the ring for two seconds before it exploded with a bang.

"KO, KO again."

"Why is it this move again? Does he only know one move?"

"Link, the champion! Link, the champion!"

James and Daniel were so happy that they crossed their arms and danced Cuban salsa in the crowd.

"Another punch?"

Mario was stunned, and the ice pack on his head slipped to the ground at some point.

"Another KO with one punch! But this is not a simple punch. His speed, strength, reaction ability, boxing skills, and boxing consciousness are all reflected in this punch. He is by no means an ordinary boxer."

West Corian looked at Link in the boxing ring with burning eyes. Link had the qualifications to become a top boxer, even a boxing champion.

He wanted to be Link's coach and train him to become a boxing champion, but the enthusiasm in his eyes instantly cooled down. A boxer of Link's level cannot lack a coach.

"West, is it possible that he only knows this move? If I had prepared in advance and adopted defensive tactics, he would never have knocked me over with one punch."

Mario felt as if his coach was about to 'transfer' and quickly gave him a reminder.

West shook his head, "With his speed and strength, it's not difficult to break through your defense. With his strength, he can at least be ranked in the top ten among the amateur boxers I know."

"West, you are exaggerating. If he was so powerful, would he participate in such a competition?"

Mario curled his lips.

West also frowned, wondering how a boxer of Link's level could be here.

The third game is about to begin.

The third challenger is a lean, muscular black man. He is wearing white shorts and jumping on the stage. He looks very flexible.

"Haha, Link has met his opponent. There is no way he can win this round so easily."

Mario clapped his hands and laughed.

On the ring, the third match began. Link touched the gloves with the boxer in white shorts. Before he could punch, the white shorts quickly retreated and circled around him on the edge of the ring, not following him at all. He fought.

"Johnson, run quickly, don't let him catch up with you!"

"Johnson, you are the sprint champion."

"Link, kill him!"

Link looked at the white shorts and smiled. In addition to his speed and flexibility, the opponent was weaker than Mario and Anaconda in other aspects. As long as he surpassed him in speed, it would not be difficult to deal with him.

When the white shorts retreated to the corner, Link stepped forward and rushed to the opposite side of the white shorts. The white shorts was startled and raised his fists to block the front.

Link used his jab to challenge his opponent's defense. Taking advantage of his opponent's lack of defense, he followed up with a backhand punch and hit the opponent's face with a swinging punch.

Bang!

The glove hit the side of the white shorts' forehead. The white shorts staggered a few steps and hit the rope. After struggling a few times, the white shorts fell from the gap in the rope to the audience.

"Wow!"

"Another KO with one punch!"

There was an exclamation from the scene.

The audience also knew that he was very powerful and powerful and did not need a sneak attack to win. Everyone began to applaud and cheer for him and shout his name loudly.

"Link wins!"

"The white-faced boy won, he's so awesome."

"Hit three opponents with only one punch. I bet he must be a professional boxer."

"I declare that Link Baker is the champion of this month's Red Gloves Bar Boxing Tournament!"

The referee shouted, holding Link's arm.

"Link the champion!"

"Link the champion!"

The audience cheered loudly.

Link closed his eyes and listened to the cheers from the audience. He felt his soul was more relaxed and active than ever before.

I am Link the boxer, not Link the diver. I should take my own path.

Link opened his eyes suddenly, and his handsome eyebrows showed a trace of determination. He decided to continue boxing, continue the unfinished road in his previous life, achieve the goals that he failed to achieve in his previous life, become the champion, and become a boxing legend.

"Link the champion!!!"