Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 798 - 2 for Alliance Leader)

On the boxing ring, Big Klitschko swung his Iron Fist like forging steel, constantly landing on Link who had notably long arms and big fists, and when attacking with full force, the spectacle was truly astounding.

What James Toney and the others found unbelievable was that faced with Big Klitschko's fierce offensive, Link managed to catch all his blows, his defense was airtight. No matter what Combination Punches Big Klitschko threw, Link either intercepted them, dissolved them, or dodged away.

Big Klitschko threw over 80 punches in succession, but not a single one could hit Link's head.

The audience witnessing the intense fight became excited, cheering loudly.

"Is Link some kind of turtle? Why is his defense so good?"

James Toney exclaimed in surprise.

"Both Link's offense and defense are well crafted; his boxing technique is virtually flawless. Haven't you fought with him; don't you know this? Then again, during your match, Link was pressing you, so you didn't have a chance to see him in full defensive action."

Hoyle said with a smile.

"What are you guys implying? Is Link going to win again?"

O'Neal asked discontentedly.

Tyson, Foreman, and the others did not respond, only staring intently at the boxing ring.

Big Klitschko went full throttle on the offense, with Link's defense wide open. The current situation seemed like a replay of the second round, only the roles of attacker and defender had switched, with Link shifting from the aggressor to the defender.

Ding Ding Ding!

The third round ended.

In this round, Link threw 121 punches, hitting his opponent's body 14 times and once on the chin.

Big Klitschko threw 175 punches, hitting Link's body 18 times, but 0 times to the head.

Both fighters dripped with sweat as they exited the ring after the round.

"It looks like the winner might be decided in the next round, or the one after that."

George Foreman said.

"Who will win then?"

O'Neal looked to Foreman, who didn't speak, then turned to Tyson, James, and the others, but no one would tell him.

Discouraged, O'Neal let out a shout for Klitschko to persevere, but then he suddenly caught sight of Link in the corner and, changing color, followed up with a loud cheer for Link, "Link is unbeatable, Superman Link."

Ding Ding Ding!

The fourth round began, and as Link and Big Klitschko approached the center of the ring, they glared at each other, drenched in sweat. Only that Big Klitschko, with his paler complexion, had more red marks on his chest, abdomen, and chin.

"Boxing!"

The referee started the match.

Link assumed a defensive stance, and Big Klitschko on the opposite side did the same, cautious and logical.

Link instantly realized that his opponent hadn't gained an advantage in the previous attack-heavy round, probably intending to draw out the match and continue wearing out his stamina, saving the decisive battle for later.

Understanding this, Link did not hesitate to launch another assault on his opponent.

Big Klitschko seemed to want to lure him into attacking, adopting a relaxed defensive stance.

Link seized the opportunity without hesitation, raining blows high and low, a ferocious Straight Punch breaking through the defense to harshly strike Big Klitschko's left rib.

Bang!

Big Klitschko's eyes bulged, his body involuntarily bending over as his left arm instinctively guarded his rib.

This subconscious reaction left Big Klitschko wide open, defense on the left side of his face exposed.

Big Klitschko seemed to realize this as he quickly leant back his head to block the 'high' portion of the Combination Punches.

Too bad his response came a tad too late.

Before he could lean back, Link's Upper Hook Punch rose from below, harshly smashing into Big Klitschko's chin.

Bang!

As the fist connected with Big Klitschko's chin, there was a clear "crack—" sound. Big Klitschko's head and body jerked back, his hair flinging drops of glistening sweat, while saliva and blood from his nose followed.

For that moment, Big Klitschko's mind went blank. Staggering a step, his body fell heavily to the floor without struggling, with a thud!

"....."

The audience, seeing the sudden turn on stage, fell silent for two seconds, then erupted into a tsunami of cheers, thousands standing up to shout, "Link is unbeatable, Superman Link."

Link, with fists raised, watched Big Klitschko downed on the boxing ring, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow.

"How could this happen?"

Below the stage, Little Klitschko watched the scene in disbelief.

From the look of it, both fighters were almost on par in the first three rounds. In the fourth round, seeing Link still energetic in his defense, Big Klitschko continued with the stalling tactic, and even relaxed his defense to tempt Link into attacking.

But nobody expected that as soon as Link threw a punch, it would hit Big Klitschko's chin hard, knocking him to the ground.

A single move overturning the entire match's situation.

"How could this be?"

"How come so many of Link's punches to Big Klitschko's chin didn't knock him over, and this one did?"

James Toney and Tyson shouted incredulously.

On the boxing ring, Big Klitschko came to and also pondered the same question: How did Link's strength suddenly increase? His chin had already taken seven or eight punches from Link before. Although painful and uncomfortable, they were within a tolerable range.

He had even assessed the weight of Link's punches from them: around 1100 pounds for the left hand and approximately 1200 pounds for the right.

But the weight of that last punch was definitely over 1600 pounds.

He didn't understand what had happened, and before he could figure it out, the referee knelt down to count to ten.

Big Klitschko could only stop his wild guessing and struggle to stand up. But as he did, waves of intense dizziness passed through his head, a nausea surging in his chest, however, as soon as he moved his chin, sharp pain shot through from the lower side, and there was a distinct taste of blood in his mouth.

Injured!

And quite seriously.

In one second, Big Klitschko gauged the situation.

"Mr. Klitschko, can you continue the match?"

The referee inquired.

Big Klitschko nodded with gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

"Continue!"

The referee shouted.

Big Klitschko took a step back, assuming a tight defensive stance, not daring to lure Link into attacking anymore, with his vigilance heightened to the utmost, hoping to drag the fight into the next round and look for a chance to turn defeat into victory once he had recovered.

But Link didn't want to give him that chance. As soon as he heard the referee declare the start, he quickly closed in on his opponent, launching an attack on the weaker defense around the abdomen with his fists.

Bang bang bang!

Big Klitschko, already injured and having expended a lot of energy in the fierce assault in the previous round, was more relaxed in his defense than in the first two rounds.

Link went all out in the offensive, breaking through the opponent's defense with just three punches, landing blows on the lower and upper body. As Big Klitschko prepared to protect his ribs, Link's fist once again emerged like a ghost, smashing into Big Klitschko's chin.

Bang!

This punch was even more solid than the last, and Big Klitschko's body jolted upward, losing his balance. Staggering, he fell onto the boxing ring with a loud thud.

"Wow!"

Tens of thousands of spectators once again let out a monotonous and orderly gasp.

Big Klitschko lay down again.

The boxing ring referee began the countdown.

Link, with fists raised, watched his opponent intently.

Big Klitschko propped himself up on the canvas, trying to lift his head, but after three attempts, he failed to rise.

".....5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

The referee's countdown ended.

"Yeah! Link won!"

"Link has defeated Big Klitschko."

"Link has become the WBA-WBC dual Boxing King."

Link's boxing fans at the venue cheered loudly with excitement.

"Link actually won?"

"How could the match turn out this way?"

James Toney, Tyson, Foreman, and others watched the boxing ring in confusion. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

According to their predictions, with no victory decided in the first three rounds, the match would drag into the latter half, and who would win after the fourth or fifth round would mainly depend on who retained more strength and who had greater willpower.

Based on the strengths displayed by Link and Big Klitschko, the odds were fifty-fifty.

To their surprise, in the fourth round, Link suddenly launched a counter-attack, knocked down Big Klitschko with one punch, and finished him with another punch to secure victory.

This was completely different from what everyone had expected.

"Why did it turn out like this?"

Little Klitschko clenched his fists, his muscles taut, staring angrily at Link on the boxing ring, whose raised fists were greeted with cheers from fans.

He couldn't understand how Link could suddenly counter and defeat Vitali when they were evenly matched and Vitali still had reserves?

He could only think that Link was using deceit.

"Haha, I get it now."

While everyone else was puzzled, Hoyle smacked his thigh, laughing heartily.

"What do you understand?"

Hopkins asked.

"Link was deceiving. That guy is too cunning. Usually in the boxing gym, he trains non-stop for an hour without getting tired. Just now, against Big Klitschko, he acted like he was out of stamina by the third round. That must have been deceit.

When Big Klitschko lured him into attacking, he was also luring the opponent to attack. Big Klitschko didn't see it coming and launched his counter in the third round, falling right into Link's trap. He's too cunning," said Hoyle, clapping his hands excitedly.

"Is that so?"

"No, if that's the case, why couldn't he knock down Big Klitschko before, and how could he manage to do so in the fourth round?"

Tyson and Foreman and others asked, puzzled.

Hoyle grinned and was about to explain when he suddenly saw James Toney smacking his thigh, exhaling, "You see it too?"

James Toney smirked, "It's the same old trick, nothing new. Link likes to set traps for his opponents during matches. In our fight, he first went crazy attacking my left side, inducing me to strengthen my defense there, then they suddenly switched the direction of their attack. I didn't react in time and got knocked to the ground by him.

The match against Deontay was the same tactic; first, he exchanged punches with Deontay, then capitalized on the opponent's defensive gaps to defeat him.

This time, it was the same tactic. I suspect he held back a lot of strength when striking Big Klitschko earlier, causing Big Klitschko's defense to slacken, with several instances of reduced guard letting Link attack.

At first, Link didn't hit hard, but when Big Klitschko relaxed again, he suddenly struck hard, knocking Big Klitschko down, causing serious injury and significantly reducing his fighting power.

The second punch easily clinched the match."

James Toney said, shaking his head, "Big Klitschko's tactics were not bad, but he didn't expect Link's tactics to be more sophisticated, and Link's strength exceeded his expectations."

"Being reserved with power during the match?"

"Link is quite bold to fight like that."

"Baker, the strategic master—although we thought he was very strong, we still underestimated him."

Tyson, Foreman, and the others exclaimed.

"Is that really how it was?"

Little Klitschko, hearing the discussion, clenched his fists and pounded his knee, feeling sorry for Vitali. If Vitali had realized Link's schemes earlier, he would not have been defeated by Link so easily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to announce here that the ultimate winner of this heavyweight boxing championship unification bout is Mr. Link Baker!"

Mauricio Sulaiman, the president of the WBC World Professional Boxing Council, shouted into the microphone.

"Link!"

"Link!"

The audience shouted Link's name.

Link waved, raising the WBC Heavyweight Golden Belt amidst the attention of tens of thousands.

He had now become the heavyweight champion of both the WBA and WBC organizations.