Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 553 - 425 Boxing Ring Match (2/10)

Seeing Franco approach, Link stopped to chat with him about the upcoming boxing match, the first being the Light Heavyweight challenge in Xiangjiang in June.

After this match, depending on the responses from the champions of the WBC, IBF, and WBO organizations, they would confirm the time and location of the next match.

If the three champions continued to avoid a fight, they would need to participate in other organization's championship challenges to gain challenger qualifications and force the other side to fight.

It just required participating in a few more matches.

However, all this was predicated on the fact that he had to defeat Belrut Shumenov and win the WBA Light Heavyweight Golden Belt.

To ensure nothing went wrong, he would undergo intensified training during the time leading up to the match to further enhance his overall strength.

After sending Franco off, Link returned to the equipment area and continued his strength training. During the training, he noticed Christine hadn't appeared for a long time in the training area; thinking she had left, he no longer distracted himself with thoughts of her.

After completing his strength training, he continued with jumping rope to practice footwork agility and the coordination of his hands and feet.

In boxing matches, the ability to coordinate hands and feet is extremely important; if footwork can keep up with the speed of the punches and the body's center of gravity is stable, the punches are more powerful and cause greater damage.

If footwork can't keep up with the speed of boxing, the punched are thrown weakly, inflicting minimal damage, and sometimes even causing the boxer to fall.

This is also why many boxers often punch with a force of over a thousand pounds on punch strength test machines.

But in actual matches, the power output of punches often is only two to three hundred, three to four hundred pounds, which is greatly related to the coordination ability of hands and feet.

After more than three hours of training, he was drenched in sweat.

"Do you want something to eat?"

Christine walked over from the rest area, holding a sandwich in her hand.

She was still wearing denim shorts, showing off her pale, creamy thighs; her T-shirt was a bit damp, but the outline of the black lingerie was nowhere to be seen, with two very conspicuous points at the front. He quickly averted his gaze, wrapping the hand wraps as he spoke,

"Training isn't over yet, so I can't eat just now. Did you go out to buy food?"

"Yes, I just took a walk around the club and found there was a cafeteria, so I bought some food. You've been training for over three hours and you're not done yet. How long do you train every day?"

Christine asked, eyeing his robust chest and well-defined abs.

"It's not certain, three hours a day when it's busy, and over seven or eight hours when I'm free."

"Over three hours every day? For the whole year?"

Christine asked.

"Yes, I'm a professional boxer. How else could I win matches without training?"

Link shrugged his shoulders.

Christine blinked, very surprised.

She often saw Link's scandalous news and thought his daily life involved moving from one woman to another, frolicking with women in villas, living a carefree life.

Now, seeing him train in person, she realized that was not the case at all.

He was a boxer who needed to train every day, spending most of his time in the gym, sometimes even having to record music, manage business affairs, or act in films.

This guy was busier and more fulfilled than anyone else.

Suddenly, Christine understood why he was so formidable—because he was inherently strong, and extremely diligent and hardworking.

Compared to him, Christine realized she was just a directionless, unambitious woman who idled her days away.

Thinking this, Christine felt troubled inside, shot Link an annoyed glance, and turned to leave to find something to do.

"Wait a minute! There are more men here in the training area, and it's not very convenient for you to be dressed like that. I have T-shirts and a bathroom in my changing room; if you don't mind, you can change into a T-shirt. It might be big, but it's more comfortable than wearing a wet shirt."

Link said.

Christine looked down at the outlines on her chest and said impassively, "Men can go shirtless, what's wrong with us not wearing underwear?"

"Nothing, I'm just making a suggestion, not forcing you,"

Link spread his hands and stood in front of the punching bag ready to resume his boxing training.

"Fine, where's your changing room?"

Christine asked.

Link paused to give her directions, then continued practicing boxing.

After more than half an hour, Christine returned to the training area.

Her long golden hair was dripping wet, draping over her shoulders, and she only wore a large T-shirt, cinched at the waist with a belt. The T-shirt's neckline was quite loose, exposing her pale, delicate collarbone and occasionally her shoulder.

The hem of the T-shirt fell to a position about a foot above her knees, leaving ambiguous whether she wore shorts or not.

Her legs were very beautiful—pale, straight, and shapely. Although not quite a meter long, they were certainly sexy.

After Christine appeared, the boxers around who had been immersed in training gradually became distracted, casting stealthy glances in her direction now and then.

"What are you all looking at! Haven't you seen a beautiful woman before? Should I find a few bikini models to put here for you to gawk at?"

De La Hoya shouted down the corridor.

Most of the people present were boxers promoted by Golden Boy, and hearing him yell, they sheepishly returned their attention to training.

Hoyle, wearing a serious expression, came over, intending to advise Christine to put on more clothes so as not to distract everyone else from training.

Since it was her first time here and she was a beautiful, famous star, he hesitated to say anything harsh.

The advice he was going to give turned into a friendly greeting instead, and he even invited her to come by more often.

Since scolding Christine wasn't appropriate, he thought he might as well make a few sarcastic remarks about Link. However, seeing Link immersed in training, completely undistracted by Christine, left him with no outlet for his mockery.

Hoyle glared at Link discontentedly. This guy was not only immensely strong but also deeply serious during training, uninterested in women.

Compared to him, the professional boxers under Gold's promotion all seemed half-hearted and useless.

Hoyle suddenly realized that agreeing to Link's initial request to train here was a mistake. He had thought Link was a super champion and that having him train here would allow Gold's boxers to learn something.

But things did not go as he had hoped. Link's negative influence was even greater.

Link was a fanatic, able to train in the boxing ring for seven to eight hours a day. Some boxers wanted to learn from him, increasing their daily training load in the hope of becoming as strong as he was.

As a result, very few became stronger, while those injured during training multiplied.

Because of this, Hoyle had to make it clear that, besides Link, no boxer should train for more than thirty-six hours a week.

The consequence of this rule was that each day, when the other boxers finished training, Link was still frantically punching the heavy bag on the training ground.

Seeing a world champion like him train so hard while they rested made the other ordinary boxers feel uneasy during their breaks.

This situation troubled Hoyle greatly, yet he had no good solution.

Now a new trouble had emerged, Link was not only training here but also started treating the place as a hunting ground for women, which was totally inappropriate.

Hoyle felt it was necessary to expedite the renovation of the gym and construct Link's private training area as soon as possible so that he could practice in seclusion, avoiding impact on others.

"Link, focus on your training, stop being distracted,"

Hoyle shouted and walked away without turning back.

Link didn't hear Hoyle's call. His attention was entirely on the heavy bag, punching it repeatedly, sometimes eight or nine hundred times, sometimes over a thousand times, until his arms and wrists were sore. Only then would he stop to rest briefly.

"Link, do you want to spar with Jeremiah and let me see how you handle a heavyweight boxer?"

Morales shouted from the boxing ring.

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Link glanced at the burly Jeremiah Johnson, who was 32 years old, 193 cm tall, weighed 122 kg, and had a professional record of 32 fights, 24 wins, 7 losses, and 1 draw. He was an experienced heavyweight boxer.

Link did not refuse, put on his boxing gloves, and climbed onto the ring for an explosive exchange with Jeremiah.

He had fought Tyson before and did not lack experience in dealing with heavyweight opponents.

Heavyweight boxers, often tall and solid with strong muscles, have very heavy punches. The average punch of a continental champion weighs about 1000 pounds, an international champion about 1200 pounds, and a world champion around 1500 pounds.

In the eighties and nineties, the heavyweight division had many super champions, and their punches tended to be heavier.

By the 2010s, with more tall heavyweight boxers emerging, the average height of the top fifty fighters in the four major organizations increased from 186.5 cm twenty years ago to 188 cm, which also caused the average punch weight to increase.

Despite their strong punching power, their speed is relatively slow due to their size, arm length, power accumulation time, and muscle flexibility.

Lightweight boxers can throw six or seven punches per second, but they can only manage three or four.

In the heavyweight division, boxers who are fast and heavy-handed are more likely to become champions.

For example, Tyson, under 180 cm tall, yet not slower than a middleweight boxer, as well as 'Quickfire' Chris Byrd, 'Lights Out' James Toney, 'The Quiet Man' John Ruiz, 'Cannon' Shannon Briggs, and the Klitschko brothers, are all representatives of this type of boxer.

Giant Valuev became a champion partly because, in the previous two years, there was no one in the sport but a few old-timers like Hoyle fighting hard, and partly because the Klitschko brothers avoided fighting him.

At this moment, the power-type boxer Jeremiah Johnson, whom Link faced, was much slower than Tyson in 2008. Link could almost precisely avoid every punch and send his own punches to his face.

To make the sparring effective, he did not put full force behind each punch, just enough to make a point.

Christine stood silently by the ring, watching him box.

When Link climbed onto the ring and saw his opponent was taller and bulkier than he was, she was worried that Link might get hit.

However, once the fight began and she saw Link skillfully moving and accurately dodging his opponent's punches while continuously landing on vital spots, the seemingly formidable opponent had no power to fight back.

Christine suddenly found herself liking the sport of boxing, which she had previously thought was about who had heavier fists, crass and barbaric.

After seeing Link's match in person, she realized that the strengths in boxing could not be discerned just by looking.

Only when both sides stood on the boxing ring, after several bouts of strength, speed, and technical confrontations, could one tell who was more formidable.

But one thing she could be sure of now was that Link was impressive. Facing an opponent much stronger than he was, he remained unperturbed and composed, expertly using combination punches to make his opponent continuously retreat.

"Link is an insurmountable boxer. No matter the rank of the boxer he faces, they stand no chance against him. If he moves to the heavyweight division in the future, he could probably win several Golden Belts,"

Morales said.

De La Hoya watched Link in the ring with a complex expression.

Jeremiah, ranked 32nd in the WBC heavyweight class and holder of a continental champion title, was left without a strategy against Link, a super middleweight.

At Link's level, if nothing unexpected occurred, his ascent to heavyweight would likely see him winning one or two Golden Belts.

At that point, Link's appearance fees would probably be even higher, earning tens to hundreds of millions of US dollars per boxing match.

Thinking about all this, he could not help but curse Franco for his dumb luck, betting right once and earning a mountain of gold, a literal mountain of gold.

In the ring, Link and Jeremiah fought ten rounds, with Jeremiah huffing and puffing, drenched in sweat and increasingly unsteady on his feet, a sign of complete depletion.

Link pulled back his fists, declaring a break.

"Link, can you teach me to box?"

Christine approached him after he stepped down from the ring and asked.

"Why do you want to learn boxing?"

Link took off his gloves, too hot to wear for long, capable of pouring out sweat if they were removed.

"I think boxing is cool,"

Christine said, swinging her delicate fists.

"No problem!"

Link smiled gently and arranged for her to hit the punching bag nearby.