Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

"Boxing!"

The referee came over and waved his arm.

The match continued, Link raised his fists and moved forward, approaching Aragorn little by little, without fear.

Aragorn held his arms, his shoulders moved up and down, and his feet kept changing positions.

Seeing his opponent's posture, Link knew that his opponent was more cautious and would work harder on defense. It would be more difficult to use the "injury for injury" move against his opponent again.

However, in boxing matches, another meaning of focusing on defense is "playing conservatively", at least more conservative than the first 100 seconds.

The opponent was ready to strengthen his defense, and Link's way was to continue attacking, bombarding the opponent's defense line with heavy punches, and then trying to find a fighting opportunity.

He swung a right straight punch to hit Aragorn's head, and Aragorn leaned back to avoid his fist, and at the same time, a left hook attacked Link's face from left to right.

Ignoring the opponent's left hook that was about to kill, Link swung a right uppercut almost at the same time, hitting Aragorn's chin.

The main force of the swing punch is the chest muscles, scapular muscles, and inner arm muscles. It uses more muscle groups, has great power and damage, but has a long attack distance and slow speed.

The main force of the uppercut is the waist and biceps, which requires fewer muscle groups and less power, but has a short attack distance and fast speed.

If the uppercut and the swing punch are launched at the same time, the hook punch can often hit the target first.

At this time, Link's hook punch was launched a little slower than the opponent's swing punch. Whether it can be launched later or not, he has no conclusion before hitting the target, but since they meet on a narrow road, he might as well give it a try.

"Look!"

"They are going to change punches again!"

The audience exclaimed loudly.

Just when everyone thought that the two were going to have a fierce collision again, Aragorn suddenly took a step back, retracted his left swing punch, and avoided his uppercut, choosing a more conservative way of fighting.

The audience made a hissing noise in disappointment.

Link looked at Aragorn on the opposite side and smiled gently. Boxing is called the "sport of the brave". Aragorn actually retreated at the critical moment, which means that the opponent has concerns in his heart and dares not go all out.

This is a good phenomenon.

Link raised his fist and approached Aragorn actively, seeking close combat.

Ding ding ding!

The first round is over.

Link returned to the red team's rest area. In this round, the two sides indirectly fought dozens of times. When fighting, both sides must concentrate, both mentally and muscularly in an extremely tense state. After a game, the whole body muscles tremble.

When the first round was over, Link sat on the round stool and accepted the services of Morales and Anderzej, including massage, feeding water, and wiping sweat. It's just that the two big men were clumsy and didn't know how to serve people.

"Link, you did a great job. Just do it this way, fight slowly, don't be too impatient."

Although Coach Ed has led the team to participate in many boxing matches, he rarely encounters boxers of Link and Aragorn's level. The two are evenly matched in terms of technology and other aspects, so Coach Ed doesn't know how to give instructions. He can only say some encouraging words to cheer Link up.

Link nodded and looked at Aragorn at the opposite corner. Champion coach Felix was talking to Aragorn with a serious expression. No matter what he said, it would probably not relieve Aragorn's physical and mental pressure.

Although Aragorn said he was not nervous before the game, he was obviously nervous during the game.

He was not decisive enough when attacking, he seemed hesitant when retreating, and his fighting style was not as flexible as before.

Link believed that at the end of the game, if Aragorn failed to win, he would become more nervous. What Link needed to do was to disrupt his rhythm, find opportunities to hit him hard, and make him more nervous. After all, his goal was to KO him to win, not simply defeat him.

Time is short and the difficulty is high. Link can only move forward step by step, gradually increasing his own advantages and magnifying the opponent's disadvantages.

Ding ding ding!

The second round begins.

"Come on, Link!"

"Link will win!"

James on the second floor led people to shout for encouragement.

Reggie and several apprentices in the boxing gym were also shouting, and their voices broke through the siege of the Cuban audience and reached the boxing ring.

Link waved his fist, walked to the middle of the boxing ring, and looked at Aragon who was walking towards him. Aragon's expression was much calmer than before, which should be the effect of Saon's ideological work.

"Link, you should be very nervous at this time, right?"

Aragon suddenly said coldly, and his dark face made it difficult to see his psychological activities at this time.

Link secretly thought it was interesting, "Why am I nervous?"

"Your goal is to KO all opponents and enter the Olympics. For boxers of our level, if we fail to achieve our goal, it means failure. A proud person like you will never accept failure, but now it's the second round. You tried your best and only hit me with one punch. There is no way to knock me down. Shouldn't you be nervous?"

Aragon said with his white teeth bared.

"That makes sense, but what does it matter? My failure only affects me, and you failed. You let an American take away a victory on Cuban soil. This is not only a shame for you, but also a shame for Cuba. You will be hated by the Cuban people. Aragon, are you nervous?"

"I won't lose!"

Aragon clenched his fists and stared at him coldly.

"Aragon, if I were you, I would fight him to the death. I would rather die heroically in the boxing ring than watch the enemy win. Are you afraid of death?"

Link looked into the other person's eyes and said seriously.

Aragorn gritted his teeth and his arms trembled slightly.

The referee walked between the two men.

"Boxing!"

Link glanced at Aragorn, shouted angrily, and raised his fist to hit the opponent on the head.

Aragorn had a sullen face and blocked his straight punch with his left arm. He swung his fist with his right hand and punched Link fiercely. Almost at the same time, Link fired up his biceps and forearm muscles and made a simple and direct left uppercut. The fist stabbed Aragorn's chin from bottom to top.

This time the situation is similar to last time, last time Aragorn gave in, but what about this time?

"Look!"

The audience's eyes widened.

Bang!

Link and Aragorn were punched almost at the same time. Link was hit by Aragorn's swinging fist. His body quickly staggered two steps to the left and fell against the rope.

And his left hook came later and hit Aragorn hard on the chin.

This punch had more than 1,000 pounds of power. Even with the double protection of protective gear and gloves, the impact force on Aragorn's chin was more than 200 pounds. His body couldn't help but lift up a little, and then he took four or five steps back and landed heavily. Hit the corner post.

"Wow!"

There was an exclamation from the audience.

No one expected that the two would exchange punches again. The method was so simple and crude. It didn't look like two boxing masters competing at all. It was more like a gangster fight. You punch me for one punch, and the punches hit the flesh.

"It's almost a fight to the death. Why are they doing this?"

Host Steve looked at the boxing ring in surprise and said.

Raphael Varane shook his head and said: "The comprehensive strength of the two of them is almost the same. If they play in the usual way, no one can defeat the other within four rounds, and they are both eager to win the championship. At this point, the two of them can only trade injuries to see who can hold on longer.”

"It's crazy, how are they going to compete in the Olympics if they're injured?"

"When the fight reaches this level, they can't care so much. They just want to knock down their opponents and win the game. They are fighting for honor. They are all real fighters!"

shouted Raphael Varane, pumping his fist.

"Raphael, who do you think will win?"

Steve asked, holding the phone.

Raphael looked at the boxing ring and shook his head, "When masters fight, the winner is often between one or two punches. It's too early to say who will win at this time."