"Go Aragon!"
"Aragon, kill that damn American!"
In the stands, the Cuban audience shouted loudly, their voices filled with anger and complaint, unlike the casual ease before the match, for they could also see that Aragon might lose to that damn American.
Their voices also conveyed disappointment with Aragon.
In the ring, Link looked at Aragon walking towards him, his fists clenched, his muscles taut all over, new sweat beading on his dark skin, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his left cheekbone swollen and red -- it looked bad.
Link knew his condition was not much better than his opponent's, especially since the strain on his right arm was affecting his power, making it difficult to continue attacking with both fists.
But no matter how hard it was, he had to KO Aragon in this round.