Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 821 - 593 Clench Your Teeth and Hold On_2

"Link, this is the heavyweight final battle, try to keep it stable. You have better stamina than your opponent, and your advantage will grow as the fight goes on."

Coach Brooks said.

Link nodded, uttered "Understood," even though he was accustomed to formulating his own tactics during matches, he still valued the opinions of his coaching team. The perspective of an onlooker is always clear, which is also true in boxing matches.

Ding Ding Ding!

The third round began.

Originally, Link planned to follow Coach Brooks's advice to play it safe, but as soon as his opponent entered the ring, he switched to defense, fists guarded in front of him, moving with agile steps, maintaining a distance of more than a meter from him, seemingly ready to adopt a steady and solid tactic as well.

After some probing, Link decided not to compete with his opponent in a battle of attrition. He let loose, his fists pounding heavily on the opponent's defensive arms.

Although the younger Klitschko's punches may not be weaker than his, Link believed that no one could compare to him in terms of endurance and physical strength.

Making full use of his stamina and endurance, he threw heavy punch after heavy punch at his opponent's defense, not sparing any effort to conserve energy.

At the 89th second of this round, he broke through Klitschko's defenses, landing a heavy punch firmly on the opponent's left rib. The opponent grunted, instinctively lowering his arms to cover, to prevent another hit to the left rib.

At that moment, Link followed with a left hook punch, its whooshing sound sharply hitting Klitschko's cheekbone.

Klitschko stumbled from the blow, stepping back and hitting the ropes.

Seeing his opponent didn't fall, Link quickly pursued, seizing the opportunity to widen his gains, hoping to knock out his opponent in one go.

But Klitschko, with his rich boxing experience, managed to execute a clinch to restrict Link's punches in the absence of a proper defense.

"Break!"

The referee intervened.

Klitschko let go of his arms and stepped back while Link shook off the sweat on his forearm, all the while keeping a close watch on his opponent.

"Vladimir, hold on!"

Big Klitschko shouted in Russian from below the ring.

Klitschko looked at Link with a hint of ferocity on his face.

Clearly, the younger Klitschko's emotional control wasn't as good as Big Klitschko's.

Regardless of his opponent's expression, as soon as Link saw the referee signal for the match to continue, he immediately closed in on his opponent, launching a fierce attack, punch after punch hitting the opponent's defensive arms, not sparing any effort, nor worrying about excessive energy consumption, whatever comes next.

At this moment, he was focused solely on winning.

Bang!

After a series of 53 consecutive punches, Link took advantage of Klitschko's incomplete defense, swinging with a right swing punch that landed viciously on his opponent's cheek.

Klitschko's head jerked, sweat spattering from his short hair, his body's center of gravity shifting.

Seeing Klitschko preparing to stabilize himself against the ropes, Link capitalized on his speed advantage, closing in with a punch that smashed into Klitschko's body.

Bang!

This time Klitschko failed to hold steady and crashed heavily onto the boxing ring.

"God, that's fantastic."

"Link, well done."

"Link, the god of boxing."

The tens of thousands of spectators at the venue were shouting loudly for Link.

This time Klitschko fell, but he wasn't seriously hurt and quickly got back up.

Ding Ding Ding!

The third round ended, during which he threw 231 punches in total, hitting his opponent's chin three times, causing one knockdown.

Klitschko threw 132 punches in this round, hitting Link's head twice, resulting in minor injuries to Link.

Due to the high frequency of attacks, Link also consumed a lot of energy and sweated profusely.

By the fourth round, Little Klitschko continued to maintain a strictly defensive posture, ready to withstand the onslaught until the end.

Link also clenched his mouthguard, persisting with his advantage in speed and stamina, attacking Little Klitschko's defense, and not planning to conserve any energy.

At 134 seconds into the match, Link once again broke through the opponent's defense, landing a hook punch on Little Klitschko's chin.

Crack! Even with the protection of a mouthguard, Little Klitschko's teeth made a clear clashing sound.

Little Klitschko staggered a few steps, trying to steady himself, but the punch was too heavy, leaving him dizzy and tumbling down onto the ring again.

"Well done, Link!"

"Link for champion!"

As Little Klitschko fell, the crowd in the stands rose to their feet, shouting their encouragement loudly.

Everyone seemed to see that Link was on the verge of victory, all standing to watch the boxing ring, wanting to witness the moment with their own eyes, while chanting to heighten their involvement.

In the ring, Little Klitschko was down, but got up in less than 4 seconds, his chin swollen and blood flowing from his nostrils.

Upon the referee's announcement that the match would continue, Little Klitschko changed his defensive approach, throwing heavy punches at Link.

Link raised his arms high to defend, moving swiftly, dodging more than forty of his opponent's punches, while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

At the 165-second mark, taking advantage of the opponent's exhaustion and a pause in the attack, he once again hooked his opponent's chin with a punch, which, although lighter, caused his opponent to stagger.

The fourth round ended with Link throwing 176 punches, hitting his opponent's head twice, and knocking him down once, while Little Klitschko threw over 140 punches, landing one on Link's side face.

After the start of the fifth round, seeing Little Klitschko reverting to defense, Link didn't hesitate and continued to pound fiercely on Little Klitschko's defense.

Compared to the previous four rounds, Little Klitschko's stamina had significantly decreased, as well as his agility, defensive, and reactive abilities.

Yet Link's fists were still fierce and his offensive tempo was still fast. At 34 seconds, Link once again broke Little Klitschko's defense, hitting his opponent's side face with a punch.

Little Klitschko fell to the ground, blood streaming from his chin incessantly.

The referee came over to count down, Little Klitschko getting up after lying there for five seconds.

Link, biting down on his mouthguard, ignored the soreness in his arm muscles and continued the attack, Little Klitschko focusing on protecting his chin and strengthening his head defense, which left his abdomen as a weak spot.

Link continued his strategy of attacking topside then bottomside, and at the 87-second mark, knocked down Little Klitschko again.

"8,7,6,5...."

As the referee counted down, the live audience watched Little Klitschko lying on the ground, counting down with the referee, their voices like a New Year's countdown, deafening.

At the 3-second mark, Little Klitschko managed to shake and get up, causing the audience to sigh with disappointment.

The match continued.

Link had no intention of giving his opponent time to rest, holding his breath for a rapid attack, and again knocked down Little Klitschko at 122 seconds.

"8,7,6,5..."

As the referee crouched down counting, the audience also shouted along loudly.

"4,3,2,1! Yeah, Link won!"

Seeing Little Klitschko unable to get up within the allotted time, Link's fans at the scene shouted and cheered excitedly, creating a very lively atmosphere in the stands.

Link wiped off his sweat and stood in the boxing ring with his fists raised, looking beyond the lights at the cheering faces in the stands, as well as many familiar ones - Coach West, Blonde Reggie, Frank Duvall, Nora Duvall, Hoyle, Morales, Coach Brooks, Assistant Simon, and others.

All were people he had met on his boxing journey, all of whom had helped him in his boxing career.

He took a deep breath and raised his fists high.

Click!

Dozens of photographers below the boxing ring surrounded Link, continuously pressing their shutters.

This time the newspapers wouldn't only have a photo of his back but countless ones.

No matter how the newspapers reported it, one fact could not be avoided: Link had become the unique champion of the boxing world, the strongest man in the boxing ring.