Chapitre 46: **Chapter 46: Teammates Assemble**
"Link, get down!" Mario swung his angry fist, aiming at Link's face.
This punch not only carried his 800-pound strength but also the grievances and unwillingness he had suffered during this time.
Boom!
1.3 seconds later.
Mario fell heavily onto the boxing ring covered with hard rubber mats, raising a puff of dust.
"Wow!"
There was a burst of exclamation from the surroundings. Just now, seeing Mario's aggressive entry, everyone thought it would be an evenly matched competition. However, just as Mario swung his punch, before he could even touch Link, Link countered with a back punch to his face.
The process was almost the same as the last time Mario was KO'd.
The difference was that this time Mario took two more steps back, hit the ropes, got bounced back, and then fell to the ring floor.
"That move again! That move again!" Mario lay on the boxing ring, staring at the overhead lights with a face full of resentment.
When he challenged Link earlier, he only thought of using his strength and strong body to fight Link for twelve rounds. He didn't remember Link's killer move, the back punch, nor did he think of defending against it.
As a result, he lost even faster than the first time.
He angrily pounded the floor, sat up, and glared at Link, "Why do you always use that move? Can't you use any other punches?"
"Because it works well," Link said blandly.
This move, striking after the opponent, is simple and old-fashioned but very effective.
It's unbeatable when dealing with boxers like Mario, who are slow, have average reaction speed, and average skills.
"Despicable! Link, we agreed this is an internal spar, not a match. You can't use back punches or other killer moves. We will only rely on strength and body, like ancient Roman gladiators, head-to-head. Do you dare?"
"Let's go!" Link accepted.
The spar continued.
Mario roared, swinging his fists and charging at Link like a madman.
Right straight punch - left hook - right straight punch - left uppercut, each punch with all his strength, his thick arms sweeping horizontally like huge hammers.
He believed that as long as one punch hit Link, he would have a chance to KO Link because Link wasn't wearing protective gear.
But this bastard Link was too fast at dodging, using slide steps, shuffle steps, lunges, and Ali's butterfly steps, all very skillfully.
While boxing, he seemed more like he was dancing in a ballroom.
One second Mario saw him 0.5 meters in front, thinking he could knock him down with one punch, but when his fist reached, Link's body had already deftly dodged. Meanwhile, Link's hook, he didn't know when, had swept over, steadily hitting his head.
But Link didn't use much force, just tapping and then retracting.
Mario threw 32 punches continuously, not hitting Link even once, but his head was tapped 21 times by Link.
21 times!
That’s twenty-one punches.
Mario was about to go crazy. If he got KO'd by one punch from Link, he would accept it, but Link didn’t deliver a knockout blow, only tapping his head each time, like an adult playing with a child.
Mario felt like he had been hit by tons of blows.
After a few more missed punches and several more head taps, he was utterly furious and abandoned any rules. He reached out to grab Link tightly, trying to throw him down onto the ring and punch him a few times on the ground to vent his anger.
"Mario, what are you doing?!" West shouted angrily.
Mario ignored him, roaring and bear-hugging Link, attempting a WWE-style suplex, to lift and slam Link to the ground.
He believed with his strength and size, he could absolutely do it.
No matter what, he had to embarrass Link publicly once.
But when he hugged Link with all his might, no matter how hard he tried, Link's legs remained firmly planted on the ring, like a pillar, unmovable. He looked up in surprise and saw a strange smile on Link's lips.
This smile sent a chill down his spine, and just as he was about to let go, he suddenly felt a loss of balance. With a scream, he was lifted by Link by the waistband and neck, spun around, and then slammed onto the ring floor, his body bouncing up, his belly wobbling.
"Wow!"
A burst of exclamations came from around.
The students were stunned by Link’s sudden wrestling move. They didn't expect Link not only to be good at boxing but also at fighting, and so fiercely. The nearly 100-kilogram Mario was like a large rag doll in his hands. So ferocious.
The students looked at Link with eyes full of admiration, like seeing a peerless master, feeling an urge to kneel and call him "master."
Link smiled lightly. Back in the underground boxing arena, it was hard to survive by boxing alone, so he learned some wrestling, grappling, and Muay Thai moves. Mario's suplex was child's play to him.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
A series of crisp applause came from the corridor.
The students turned their heads in surprise.
A few people walked down the corridor: Praying Mantis Andrzej Fonfara, Dreadlock Mario Morales, Small Head Jones Flores, and Andre Berto, accompanied by Manager Robinson, who was guiding them.
These four, like Link, were recruited by the Sports Committee and the Boxing Association to represent super middleweight boxers, competing for the remaining two spots for the Hanjing Olympics.
Havana, across the Florida Strait, is 358 kilometers from Miami, a half-hour flight.
Most athletes participating in the qualifiers fly to Miami first, handle entry and exit procedures, and then take a ship or plane to Cuba. Morales and the other four did the same.
This was why the four of them appeared here.
"Hey, Link, I didn't expect you to know wrestling too. That's awesome," Praying Mantis Andrzej said, waving his long arms.
"Link, that move just now was so cool. Is it the invincible spin from Street Fighter?" Dreadlock Morales shouted.
Link laughed, jumped off the ring, and extended his fist to bump with the four.
They were former opponents, now teammates. The qualifiers were about to start. In the next few days, everyone had to unite against opponents from 34 other countries, aiming to secure the remaining two spots.
Internal strife was unnecessary.
Moreover, Link was an elite amateur. With him on the team, the US had a better chance.
Andrzej, Morales, and Flores responded enthusiastically to Link, like old friends who hadn’t seen each other in a long time, not holding any grudges from the times they got beaten in the ring. After all, this was the boxing world; getting beaten was normal.
Only Andre Berto, when Link greeted him, showed undisguised resentment on his face, glaring at him with his black and white eyes, clearly still holding a grudge about being tricked by Link that day.
Link laughed, not minding, and invited them to have tea and talk about the upcoming match.
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