Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Not bad, Andrea played steadily!"

John Ruiz nodded in agreement.

Hoyle glanced at Link in the boxing ring.

To the ordinary viewer, Link appeared very proactive at this moment, balancing offense and defense well, striking decisively when needed, moving smoothly when required, and his hand and foot movements never stopped.

But to the insiders, both his offense and defense were not aggressive enough. Simply put, if he were to give it his all, achieving a ten out of ten, he was only exerting about three tenths at the moment, looking somewhat out of sorts.

If it were anyone else, Hoyle could conclude they were off their game, but this was the cunning Link, which made things not so simple.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the boxing ring, both Link and Andrea were vigorously throwing punches at each other, while constantly dodging to avoid getting hit.

In the first round, Link threw 112 punches, hitting Andre Ward 22 times; Andre Ward threw 98 punches, hitting Link 19 times.

Neither side had the upper hand in the first round.

The live audience watched as the two fiercely battled on the ring, feeling extremely thrilled by the punches landing solidly, with shouts rising wave after wave.

However, this kind of match baffled the insiders at the venue.

Since Link turned professional last September, he had been through fourteen professional matches, except for the one with Tyson, all others ended within the first round.

Today's match against Andre Ward, however, lasted a full round with his opponent.

What was Link doing?

Was this really his strategy?

"Link, how are you feeling?"

In the corner of the ring, Coach Brooks crouched down in front of Link and asked.

Two assistants beside them were fanning Link, sprinkling water on him, and applying Vaseline to his forehead.

Having worked in Link's support team for nearly a year, this was the first time they performed these tasks during a match, finally feeling a sense of presence, they couldn't help but feel a bit moved, doing their job with great effort.

Link took a sip of water then spat it out, shaking the water droplets off his face and smiled: "I'm fine, I'm feeling better and better."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Coach Brooks asked, somewhat doubtful.

"Yes, I'm really fine now."

Link shrugged his shoulders.

Last time he drank alcohol, he engaged in vigorous activity with Amy Adams, which helped expel the alcohol with body fluids, minimally affecting his body.

This time, after drinking, he went straight to sleep, residual alcohol still in his system, somewhat impacting his performance.

During that first round, he fought very hard, moved a lot, sweated a lot, his mind gradually became clearer, and his condition got much better.

"Alright, this is the first time you've completed a round, which is really a surprise. Finally, as your coach, I am useful. Let me tell you about the opponent. Andrea was very steady in the first round, didn't lose his rhythm, and didn't expend much physically. If you're not sure you can KO him within 12 rounds, play more steadily than he does, take it slow, and win on points at the end."

Coach Brooks said.

Link nodded, raising his arms to flex his shoulders.

"Go Link!"

Many fans in the audience shouted loudly, holding up posters.

Link got up and waved his fists at them.

"Link, we're here, go for it!"

Miley Cyrus and Kesha, sitting close to the ring, yelled at him.

"Boss, go for it!"

Emma Stone also shouted from below the ring.

Link smiled slightly and waved his fists at them.

In the opposite corner of the ring, Andre Ward's coach glanced at Link and said to Andre: "Link is a very tough guy. He knows you have good stamina and a steady style, so he's not trying to beat you in the first round but to wear you down, compete on stamina. I'm not sure if he'll explode this round, but you must be careful. When dealing with a tough guy like Link, being extra cautious can't hurt."

Andre Ward nodded silently. Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire

Link was the toughest opponent he had encountered in his career, but also a great opportunity.

If he could defeat him, he could unify the Super Middleweight class and become the dominant force in this rank.

At the same time, he could step on Link's many laurels, become a top star in boxing, get more appearance fees and match bonuses, and become a billionaire.

Thinking of this, Andre's heartbeat quickened, and he felt his blood boil as he looked across at Link, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

This was a match he had to win!

Go for it!

Ding!

The second round began, and Link and Andre came to the middle of the ring.

Link nodded at Andre, acknowledging that the opponent was indeed strong.

Stamina, strength, speed, combination punches, and tactical application were all top level; moreover, his brain was smarter than the average African-American boxer, not easily angered, nor could his rhythm be easily disrupted.

When an African-American athlete had a smart brain, the strength they displayed doubled.

The best way to tackle such a boxer was to be methodologically solid, find the opponent's weaker strategy during the running fight, and then strike a decisive blow when the opportunity arose.

Link had simulated the match beforehand.

Since his opponent had been a Light Heavyweight boxer and had won an Olympic gold in this rank, his punch strength was no weaker than his, nor was his ability to withstand hits.

In the amateur phase, he fought over a hundred matches, and his professional record was over twenty victorious bouts. In terms of technique and experience, he was richer than Link.

Comparatively, Link's advantages over his opponent were in speed, reaction capacity, and robust stamina.