Chapitre 34: Chapter 34: Kill, Kill, Kill!
Bang!
Link punched Andre Berto in the side of the face.
Andre Berto staggered back a few steps and bumped into the ropes. Link was about to press his advantage when the bell rang from the stage.
The first round was over.
Link returned to the rest area and sat down, sweating profusely.
"Link, don't rush, if you can't win in five rounds, just play a few more rounds. The match is ten rounds, no one says you have to win in five rounds."
West advised.
"West, don't worry, I said I would end the fight in five rounds, and I will do what I say. No matter how difficult it is, I will do my best to achieve it."
Link said with determination, clenching his fists.
"Wow, that sounds so nice!"
Mario curled his lips and said to Reggie under the stage, "Quickly write it down, Link said he will KO Andre in five rounds, no matter how difficult it is, he will do it. What an inspirational quote, you should remember it."
Reggie nodded and took out his phone to write it down.
Mario touched his big belly and chuckled.
Link glanced at him, raised his fists, and strode towards the center of the ring.
Andre Berto also got up and walked over, clenching his jaw and staring at Link. His brow bone and left cheek were a little red.
"Keep defending and see if I can smash your turtle shell."
Link smiled, shaking his fists.
"You won't last long, the championship is definitely mine."
Andre glared.
"We'll see!"
The referee came over and warned the two of them once, and the match began.
Bang bang bang!
Link continued his tactic of heavy punches, attacking Andre's head and ribs. Compared to the previous two rounds, his speed was obviously slower, and his attack frequency also decreased a lot, but Andre had taken so many heavy punches, and his physical consumption was also very large.
Bang!
At 88 seconds of the third round, Link's left jab hit Andre's left rib, a liver punch!
Andre raised his arm, his center of gravity lowered, exposing a flaw.
Link raised his fist and took the opportunity to land a right swing, hitting Andre's head firmly. Andre's body swayed, and he followed up with a swift jab to Andre's brow bone.
Andre screamed and staggered backward, falling on his butt.
Boom!
The audience, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly became noisy.
The shouts that had been suppressed for two rounds also erupted from the mouths of the fans.
"Link, go!"
"Link, champion!"
"Link, one more punch!"
The fans stood up and shouted loudly. They had also heard Link's harsh words, saying that he would KO Andre in five rounds. This harsh talk was too bold and too dangerous.
Seeing that most of the time had passed and Link had not yet scored a KO, everyone was secretly anxious for Link.
At this time, seeing Andre fall to the ground, the fans also saw the hope of Link defeating Andre in five rounds.
Everyone jumped up excitedly and couldn't help but open their throats, cheering for Link at the top of their lungs.
Today, more than 17,600 Miami residents came to the scene, filling the seats of the United Airlines Arena. Most of them came for Link. If the Golden Gloves finals were held in Miami and won by a Miami resident, it would be a good story, a common glory for all Miami residents. At this time, everyone hoped that Link would win.
Seeing that Link had finally knocked down Andre once, more than 10,000 people applauded and cheered excitedly, and the huge sound wave almost lifted the roof of the American Airlines Arena.
"10, 9, 8..."
The referee had just counted to three when Andre staggered to his feet, and the fans sighed in disappointment.
"Boxing!"
With only 32 seconds left in the third round, Link wanted to press his advantage and score another KO in these 32 seconds.
Bang!
Just as he was throwing punches at Andre, Andre, who had been hiding for a long time, suddenly punched, a hook hitting his left jaw. Fortunately, Link reacted quickly enough and tilted his head back when he saw the opponent suddenly attack, so he was not hit solidly.
However, the huge force from Andre's fist also made him stagger, and he took two steps back to stabilize his footing. Andre saw that one move was successful, so he took the initiative to attack him.
Link was a little surprised and a little happy.
He was not afraid of Andre's attack, he was afraid that Andre would stick to his defensive strategy for five rounds.
When Andre was hiding, he needed to break through his defense first in order to hit his vital points, often only hitting one punch out of ten, which was very exhausting.
But now the situation was different.
Andre gave up his defensive tactic and took the initiative to attack. When attacking, he would inevitably expose more flaws, and Link could hit his head and face without using heavy punches to break through his defense.
Bang!
Andre's right uppercut hit Link's chin.
Link's right swing hit Andre's temple hard. Although there was a sponge protector there, the huge impact would still make people dizzy.
The two of them were hit almost at the same time. Link staggered a step, and Andre tilted three or four steps to the left, grabbing the rope to stabilize himself.
Link pressed his advantage, pressed Andre against the ropes, and in one second, he threw eight jabs in a row, hitting Andre's nose, chin, and ribs. Andre reached out and hugged him, using the hugging tactic.
"Break!"
The referee came over to separate the two.
Link retracted his fist and stepped back.
The referee asked Andre if he was okay, and Andre said he was fine, but when he looked at Link, his eyes were filled with anger, wishing he could punch him to death.
Link also looked at him coldly, with a disdainful smile on his face.
Ding ding ding!
The third round ended, and they returned to the rest area.
"Link, go! Link, go!"
Reggie kept chanting in his ear.
"Link! Champion!"
"Link! Champion!"
James, Daniel, and Michael were also in the audience, shouting loudly with hundreds of neighbors from Ocean Drive.
Link's fans also took the opportunity to shout.
Link didn't need to look back to know how many people were expecting him to win the championship. How could he let them down? How could he disappoint them?
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Link stood up, clenched his fists, flexed his muscles, and roared three times.
This was his way of cheering himself up on the ring. Reggie and Mario didn't understand and looked confused, only feeling that he seemed to have a bit more of a cold aura, which looked very scary.
Mario was terrified, feeling that this guy must have killed someone before.
The fourth round began.
Andre took the initiative to attack, starting with a powerful left straight + right straight + left swing. Andre's arms were short, his shots were fast, and his strength was also very strong.
But Link was faster and stronger than him, and his arms were 4 cm longer.
Link didn't have the advantage in defense.
But when exchanging punches, Link had the upper hand. He used a powerful right swing to dismantle Andre's combination punch, and then a heavy punch hit Andre's chin. Andre took three steps back and bumped into the ropes.
Link stepped forward and another wave of super fast jabs hit Andre's ribs and head.
Bang bang bang!
Andre once again used the hugging tactic to break his attack, and Link took the opportunity to throw two more swings at his ribs.
"Break!"
The referee stepped forward to separate them, warned Andre and Link once each, and announced the continuation of the match.
"Andre, hold him, the match is almost over."
Andre's coach shouted.
Hearing Andre's coach shout that the match was almost over, Link suddenly became anxious. Ignoring Andre's straight punch, he threw a fierce backhand punch, which hit Andre's right cheek first.
Bang!
Bang!
Almost at the same time, Link's mouth was hit. Link took a step back and was about to fall, but he quickly took two steps back and his back hit the ropes.
Andre staggered three steps and fell sideways on the ring.
"Wow!"
"Another KO!"
"Link, champion! Champion!"
The audience cheered excitedly.
"Get up, you trash, get up quickly!"
In the audience, Greg Cohen clenched his fists and roared in a low voice.
With his silent encouragement, Andre Berto lay on the ground for three seconds, grabbed the ropes andslowly stood up, looking at Link with murderous intent in his eyes.
The two stared at each other and threw punches at each other. In less than 10 seconds, they exchanged more than 20 punches.
Link tried to knock down Andre again, but Andre defended carefully and attacked and defended well, causing his two heavy punches to miss.
Ding ding ding!
The fourth round ended.
"There's only one round left in the match, can Link KO Andre in the remaining round?"
"It's difficult, unless he can knock down Andre three times in a row, but obviously he can't do it."
"Link has been attacking continuously for four rounds, throwing nearly 100 punches per round, and more than 110 punches in the fourth round. He won't have much stamina left. As long as Andre protects his head and doesn't let Link hit him, and lasts for 120 seconds, Link will lose."
The promoters exchanged opinions in low voices, and they all agreed that Link's chances of winning were not good.
At the corner of the ring.
"Link, how are you?"
West handed him a towel.
"I'm fine!"
Link took a sip of water and spat it out with blood. Andre's punch had also broken his mouth, but it was not a big problem. At this time, Andre's condition would only be worse than his.
"Link, go! I think you can definitely win."
Reggie shouted.
"Of course I can win."
Link said, clenching his fist.
Opposite corner.
"Andre, don't attack this round, defend with all your might, hold on for these 120 seconds, and you will win."
Andre's coach said.
Andre nodded silently. After two rounds of exchanging punches, he didn't have much strength left either. His head was a little dizzy, his brow bone and cheek were injured, and his ribs were aching. He didn't think it was a good idea to take the initiative to attack.
Defend with all his might, survive this round, and victory would be his.
Andre clenched his fists and glared at Link across from him, Kid, you're finished.
Link also looked over with murderous intent in his eyes.
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