章 118: Chapter 118: The Boxing Champion Concedes
"Link, this seems to be the first time you've finished a round since you switched to professional boxing. How do you feel?" Dino asked, fanning himself with a towel in the corner.
"Not bad!" Link replied, taking a sip of water.
"Link, keep going. If you keep fighting like this, Tyson won't last a few rounds," Coach Brooks said.
Link nodded. His advantages over Tyson were stamina, endurance, speed, and reaction ability. If he continued to fight, his advantages would become greater and greater, while Tyson's would become smaller and smaller. That would be the time for him to defeat Tyson.
"Link, you're injured here. Be careful during the match," Morales said, pointing to his left rib.
Link glanced at it and nodded. Tyson was shorter than him and couldn't easily hit his head, so he often attacked his ribs. Link dodged with all his might but was still hit twice by Tyson. Tyson's punches were very heavy, and it was very uncomfortable to be hit.
However, Tyson was in worse shape than him. His right eyebrow bone was swollen, and the corner of his left mouth was broken. He sat on the soft stool without saying a word, letting his assistant apply Vaseline to his wounds.
After a minute of rest, Link and Tyson returned to the ring.
"Boxing!"
The second round began. Link continued to attack Tyson's key points with high-frequency jabs, and Tyson also attacked him with heavy punches.
The two continued to exchange blows, each punch landing on the flesh.
In this round, Link punched 102 times, 13 of which hit Tyson's head, causing Tyson's right eyebrow bone to be injured, his eye socket swollen, red, and shiny. His right cheekbone and the corner of his left mouth also had bleeding wounds.
Tyson also punched more than 80 times, hitting Link twice, once in the left rib and once in the chin.
After a minute of rest in between, the two continued to fight in the third round. Link attacked continuously for one and a half rounds, and he began to sweat profusely.
However, facing the strong Tyson, in order to win the match within 12 rounds, he couldn't give the opponent a chance to breathe. He continued to use his physical strength and speed advantage, punching Tyson's body one after another, treating Tyson as a Mario wearing protective gear, strong and clumsy.
1 punch, 10 punches, 100 punches. In the third round, he punched more than a hundred times again, at least 15 of which hit Tyson's head. However, the opponent's ability to withstand blows was too high. Punches under 1000 pounds had almost no effect on Tyson, and only punches over 1400 pounds could cause damage to him.
Tyson was indeed a veteran boxing champion. Even after being hit more than ten times in a row, he still stood firmly on the stage like a pillar, as if no matter how Link hit him, he couldn't knock him down.
Link didn't believe in this evil. He gritted his teeth and continued to punch at a high frequency, attacking Tyson's body and head one after another.
Bang!
It was probably the 112th or 113th punch. When he threw his fist, he suddenly found a huge flaw in Tyson's defense. This punch directly hit Tyson's left cheek. It was a heavy punch exceeding 1200 pounds. According to the previous hitting effect, Tyson would at most sway and then stabilize his body.
But this time, Tyson staggered and fell to the ground.
Wow!
Seeing the heavyweight Tyson being knocked down by Link, a super middleweight, the audience couldn't help but exclaim, and some people even stood up to see Tyson's condition.
"It's okay! I accidentally slipped," Tyson shouted to the referee and quickly stood up, looking at Link angrily.
Seeing Tyson's state, Link knew that his fast attack tactics had worked - in the first three rounds, he fought with Tyson, pulling Tyson to compete in physical strength and endurance.
Now, before the end of the third round, Tyson had obvious flaws in his defense, which also showed that his state was deteriorating, or that the effect of the mental drugs was weakening.
After the referee announced the continuation of the match, Link continued to attack with punches. Tyson was also angered by the punch just now and counterattacked even more fiercely, like a crazy beast, constantly throwing punches at Link.
Link raised his arms and gritted his teeth to withstand Tyson's heavy blows, constantly moving his feet, and almost being knocked down twice.
Tyson's strong attack didn't last long. From the third round to the first half of the fourth round, his speed slowed down again, and he was sweating profusely, panting like an ox.
As soon as he slowed down his attack rhythm, Link immediately launched a counterattack, his arms like spears, continuing to attack Tyson's defense.
The audience saw the two fighting from the first round to the fourth round, one after the other, without any rest in between, and felt very excited.
"I heard from Franco that Link's goal is to become the world champion of five weight classes in the four major organizations?" Old Duva asked Nora Duva next to him.
Nora nodded, "That's what Link told Franco before the Golden Gloves final."
Old Duva looked at Link on the stage and sighed, "What a confident young man. Maybe he has a chance."
Nora asked in surprise, "Do you think Link can win the gold belt after moving up to heavyweight?"
"There's a good chance," Old Duva nodded.
Nora frowned, feeling a little regretful. If she had known Link's potential was so great, she should have been more aggressive and competed with Franco for him in Miami.
Bang bang bang!
On the stage, Link continued to attack vigorously, sweat dripping from his strong back, his muscle lines more pronounced, glowing with a bronze luster under the lights.
Bang!
At 136 seconds of the fourth round, Link once again broke through Tyson's arm defense and punched him on the forehead. Tyson took a step back and fell on the stage, causing another exclamation from the audience.
Link withdrew his fist and took a few breaths. The muscles in his arms were trembling slightly. The intensity of this match was comparable to the one against Peters, with the same high defense and excellent ability to withstand blows.
Tyson was even better than Peters in defense and could also counterattack while defending, causing Link a lot of trouble.
Link threw more than 120 punches in this round. After stopping the attack, the deltoid muscles in his arms were still trembling, and sweat soaked the waistband of his shorts.
"10, 9, 8..."
This time Tyson fell to the ground and lay there for three seconds before shaking his head and getting up.
Link also noticed that his legs were trembling, which was a symptom of exhaustion, perhaps a side effect of the mental drugs.
So at the beginning of the fifth round, Link held his breath and continued to attack Tyson forcefully, punch after punch. Although each punch was around 1200 pounds, the continuous blows were still very uncomfortable. Tyson was forced to defend with all his might, using his arms to protect his head.
In the fifth round, Link punched 114 times and knocked down Tyson twice.
"Tyson lost!" Holyfield said helplessly.
"He didn't lose unjustly. Link performed extremely well both offensively and defensively. Even if Tyson in his prime encountered him, he might not be able to defeat him cleanly. It's hard to believe he's only 20 years old. It's incredible," Riddick Bowe exclaimed.
"I have a feeling that Link's future achievements won't be much worse than mine and Pacquiao's. There will be another overlord in the boxing world," De La Hoya said, clenching his fists.
The people around nodded.
In the sixth round, Link knocked down Tyson again. Tyson lay on the ground for 8 seconds before struggling to get up. After getting up, Tyson chose to give up the match.
"Hey, Mike, are you okay?"
On the stage, Link asked, sweating profusely and panting.
Tyson sat in the corner of the ring, looking a little lost and confused. He glanced at him, "Link, tell me the truth, how much did you hide during the punch strength test at the HBO production center last time? Your punch strength is definitely more than 1500 pounds."
Link smiled slightly. He didn't hide much last time. Before the Olympics, his right fist's maximum value was 1540 pounds. After more than two months, he made a breakthrough in training, and the maximum value increased to 1600 pounds. This was why he was able to knock down Tyson repeatedly when Tyson was tired.
"You're such a cunning guy! But knocking me down is nothing. I haven't trained much in the past two years, and my strength has seriously declined. In the heavyweight division, I'm at most a second-rate boxer. If you want to defeat Chris Byrd, Valuev, and the others and win the gold belt, you still need to practice more," Tyson stood up and said.
"I will!"
Link extended his fist.
Tyson grinned, showing his two big gold teeth and bumped fists with him.
"I declare the winner of this 'Battle of the Century' is Link Baker!"
Mr. Trump personally ran onto the stage, grabbed Link's arm and raised it, and even took an exaggerated belt from the female model and handed it to Link. In the middle of the belt was a gold logo with a few glittering letters, "Trump".
Link shook his head, this was too flashy.
(End of Chapter)
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