Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

“10, 9, 8, 7”

In the ring, Aragorn fell to the ground and struggled, and the referee squatted beside him and counted.

Link leaned against the ropes and panted, his right arm hanging on the ropes, his biceps twitching constantly. Although the throw was beautiful, it was too strong and too hard when it hit, causing a slight strain in the biceps and some tingling in the finger joints.

At this time, when he heard the referee counting, he didn’t want Aragorn to stand up. It would be better to lie down for more than 10 seconds. However, Aragorn had good physical fitness and high resistance to blows, so this punch would definitely not be able to solve him.

When the referee counted to five, Aragorn supported himself with his hands and slowly stood up. His body swayed, and he held the ropes to stabilize his body. He turned his head, and his short nose was breathing heavily, looking at Link angrily.

Link knew where his anger came from.

Before, the two agreed to fight for honor and die for honor. Link suddenly dodged and threw a backhand punch. Aragorn felt cheated and was naturally very angry.

But Link didn't think he did anything wrong.

The boxing ring is a battlefield. Being kind to your opponent is cruel to yourself. Even a three-year-old child knows this truth.

In the first round, he had no advantage over Aragorn, so he had to adopt the third-rate tactics of "fighting for fists and injuries for injuries".

After more than half a round of "fighting", Aragorn's defense and physical strength were greatly weakened, and the game fell into his own rhythm. When Link found that he was sure to hit Aragorn hard, he naturally would not use a fighting method that would hurt both sides, so he punched Aragorn.

This punch woke Aragorn up, and only a sober person would be angry.

This anger is also the emotion that Link hopes to see.

"Aragorn, fight for honor, do you dare to come again?"

Link shouted.

Aragorn stared at him, his eyes trembled fiercely, and the anger on his face was like substance.

When Aragon was about to attack with anger, the bell for the end of the second round rang.

Link came to the rest area and asked Morales to help massage his right arm to relieve the pain.

Opposite.

Aragon sat on the round stool with a dark face, and the team doctor helped him treat the wound on his face.

"Aragon, don't exchange punches with Link anymore. Our Cuban boxing advantage lies in speed and technology, not in strength and physique. If you exchange punches with him and exchange injuries, you will fall into his game rhythm and will definitely be defeated by him in the end."

Saon frowned and said.

Before the game, he was more confident about this game. He thought that although Link was very powerful, his overall strength was worse than Aragon. Aragon had a great chance to defeat Link by points.

When the game started, Aragon and Link exchanged punches dozens of times, and there was no winner. This link was not bad.

But the next game was in chaos. Link wanted to trade injuries, and Aragorn followed suit. Link wanted to give up defense and attack each other, and Aragorn continued to cooperate, completely following Link's rhythm.

Until just now, when he saw Aragorn completely fall into the trap, Link, like an experienced hunter, immediately used his killer move and threw a punch, which really pitted Aragorn once.

Sometimes Saon also admired Link, a young man, for his use of boxing tactics and his understanding of people's hearts, which were very exquisite and unique, and he didn't look like a 20-year-old young man at all.

And the ferocity he showed when fighting, more like an old black boxer, rather than a new boxer who just debuted.

Saon didn't know where Link came from. All he could do now was to tell Aragorn a few more words to let him not fall into Link's trap again.

"I understand, next I will follow my rhythm and do my best to defeat Link Baker."

Aragorn clenched his fists and said firmly.

Savon sighed, "Aragorn, I told you not to care too much about winning or losing. It doesn't matter if you lose this game. Our focus is on the Olympics. You can't get hurt. Now your ribs and face are injured by Link. If the injury is more serious, your Olympic journey will end here. Do you understand?"

Aragorn was silent for a while and nodded.

Ding ding ding!

The bell for the third round rang, and Link and Aragorn walked to the middle of the ring.

"Aragorn"

"Referee! He attacked me with words."

As soon as Link opened his mouth, Aragorn immediately complained to the referee. According to the rules of the boxing match, during the match, the boxers on both sides are not allowed to talk on the stage or use words to attack, but this rule is not too strict. As long as the opponent does not object, the referee will not interfere too much.

The referee came over to give Link a warning and announced the start of the third round.

Link shook his head. Aragorn was unwilling to communicate with him, so he could not use the psychological tactics he had prepared. Now he could only fight hard.

But fortunately, after two rounds of hard fighting, Aragorn's strength, physical strength, and ability to withstand blows were all weakened.

The opponent's superior horse became a medium horse, and his medium horse became a superior horse.

The advantage is mine!

After the game started, Link did not dare to rest, and immediately punched and charged at Aragorn.

Aragorn raised his arms, blocked in front of his head, and kept moving, adopting a strict defense tactic.

Aragorn was strong, his arm muscles were as strong as stone, and his ability to withstand blows was not much inferior to that of the Haitian Peters. Moreover, he was black and had a small pointed head. When he used his arms to protect his head, it was very difficult to hit his head accurately.

But Link likes to do challenging things the most. He swung his fists and hit Aragorn's arms, chest and abdomen one after another.

If it was in the first round, when Aragorn was in his prime, it would be no less difficult for Link to break his defense than to break Peters's iron wall.

But in the first two rounds, Aragorn was hit by a hook punch and a back throw, and was knocked to the ground, which was very exhausting for both body and mind.

This was also the stage when Aragorn was relatively weak, and it was also the perfect time to attack him.

Link endured the tingling in his right arm - that was a sign of muscle strain, and launched attacks again and again towards Aragorn's double arm defense line. Ten punches, twenty punches, thirty punches, Link's arms began to numb, and sweat broke out like pulp.

Thirty-second punch, bang! Link hit Aragorn's left shoulder with a straight punch, and Aragorn staggered, and a hole suddenly appeared in the defense line.

Good opportunity! Link instantly launched a left jab, which passed through Aragorn's defense and hit Aragorn's face at an extremely tricky angle. Aragorn was hit and staggered, unconsciously took a step back, and the front door suddenly opened.

Good opportunity! Link swung his fists, pressed Aragorn's arms, and hit Aragorn's side face, forehead, and jaw one after another with straight punches, jabs, and hooks.

Aragorn was hit and was about to reach out to hug him and use the hugging tactics.

How could Link give him a chance? He suddenly retreated half a step, and then a right straight punch hit Aragorn's forehead. Aragorn suddenly took two steps back, sat on the boxing ring, and slid back a few centimeters.

Wow!

The audience exclaimed again.

"Come on, Link!"

"Link champion!"

Seeing Aragorn fall to the ground again, the people who supported Link at the scene also cheered excitedly.

Link stood on the ring panting, his right biceps muscles throbbing sharply. After the numbness disappeared, the stinging pain of the strain was coming out little by little. Link could only clench his fists and confront the pain.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5"

The referee counted to 6, and Aragon stood up again with difficulty, his body swaying back and forth, obviously not recovered from the fierce collision just now.

"Come on, Aragon!"

The Cuban audience stood up and shouted to cheer, hoping that Aragon would hold on.

Aragon stood up slowly, bulging his muscles, and roared at Link.

Link waved his fists to meet him, and took advantage of Aragon's unstable state to attack more than 20 punches in a row, making Aragon retreat again and again.

Aragon knew how powerful he was, so he protected his head with his fists and dodged around on the ring, not confronting him head-on.

Ding ding ding! The bell for the third round rang.

"Come on Link!"

"Link is the champion!"

When Link walked back to the rest area, many people cheered loudly with hoarse voices.

Link waved his fists and sat down on the round stool. The sweat on his body had already wet his shorts.

"Link, your right arm is seriously injured. Don't use your right hand anymore. We have already won. You knocked down Aragorn twice in the first three rounds, causing him to count twice. In terms of score, we are also higher than him. In the next round, you just need to delay the game until the end, and we will win."

Coach Ed said while applying ice to his arm.

Link shook his head, "My goal is KO. As long as the opponent is still standing, I will never give up the attack."

"But your arm, if you continue to fight like this, it will affect the Olympic Games."

Coach Ed frowned.

"It doesn't matter. Win this game first."

Link said firmly.

Opposite.

The atmosphere in the blue rest area was a bit heavy. Aragorn was knocked down twice in the first three rounds, which was far beyond Saon's expectations.

Before the game, he thought a lot and designed many tactics for Aragorn against Link, but when the game started, the rhythm of the game was led by Link from the beginning. By the third round, the game was completely different and beyond Saon's imagination. None of those tactics were used.

There was only one round left in the game. Aragorn was in a very bad state at this time. It would be difficult for him to kill Link and win the game.

"Aragorn, Link's right arm is injured. In the next round, you should defend with all your strength and try to drag the game to the end. It's best not to be hit by Link again. Your injuries cannot be aggravated."

Saon persuaded.

Aragorn looked at Link in the opposite corner angrily and nodded fiercely. As long as the game was dragged to the end, Link could not win by KO. Even if he won the game, it would not be a complete victory. He must not let this despicable guy succeed again.

Ding ding ding!

The last round of the game began.