章節 68: Chapter 68: The Second Knockdown
"10, 9, 8, 7"
On the boxing ring, Aragon was struggling on the ground, and the referee squatted beside him and counted.
Link was panting heavily against the ropes, his right arm hanging on the ropes, his biceps twitching non-stop. Although the backhand punch just now was used beautifully, it was too hard and the impact was too strong, resulting in slight biceps. The biceps were strained and the knuckles were a little sore.
At this time, hearing the referee counting, he didn't want Aragon to stand up, it would be best to lie down all the time, lie down for 10 seconds, but Aragon is in good physical condition and has a high ability to resist blows, this punch will definitely not solve him.
The referee counted to five, Aragon propped his hands on the ground, slowly stood up, his body swayed, and he stabilized his body by holding on to the ropes. He turned his head, his short nose snorted, and looked at Link angrily.
Link knew where his anger came from.
Before, the two agreed to fight for honor and die for honor. Link suddenly dodged and sent a backhand punch. Aragon felt cheated, so naturally he would be very angry.
But Link didn't feel like he did anything wrong.
The ring is the battlefield, and being merciful to the opponent is cruel to oneself, even a three-year-old child knows this truth.
In the first round, compared with Aragon, he didn't have the slightest advantage, so he had no choice but to adopt the third-rate tactic of "exchanging punches for punches, injuries for injuries".
After more than half a round of "fighting", Aragon's defense and physical strength were greatly weakened, and the game fell into his own rhythm. When Link found that he was sure to hit Aragon hard, he naturally would not use both sides to lose. The style of play, so I gave Aragon a punch.
This punch woke Aragon up, and a sober person would be angry.
This anger is also the emotion Link hopes to see.
"Aragon, fight for honor, do you dare to come again?"
Link shouted.
Aragon stared at him, the corners of his eyes trembling fiercely, and the anger on his face was real.
Just as Aragon was about to strike angrily, the bell rang for the end of the second round.
Link came to the rest area and asked Morales to help massage his right arm to relieve the pain.
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Aragon sat on the round stool with a dark face, and the team doctor helped him deal with the wound on his face.
"Aragon, don't exchange punches with Link anymore. The advantage of our Cuban boxing lies in speed and technique, not strength and physique. You exchange punches with him, and exchange injuries for injuries. It falls into his rhythm of the game, and you will definitely be beaten by him in the end."
Saron frowned.
Before the game, he was quite confident in this game, thinking that although Link was very good, his overall strength was still a bit behind Aragon, and Aragon had a great chance to defeat Link by points.
When the game started, Aragon and Link exchanged punches dozens of times without a winner, which was not bad.
But the next game was messed up. Link wanted to exchange injuries for injuries, Aragon followed suit with injuries for injuries, Link wanted to give up defense and attack each other, Aragon continued to cooperate, completely following Link's rhythm.
Until just now, after seeing that Aragon had completely fallen into the trap, Link, like an experienced hunter, immediately used his backhand punch to kill Aragon solidly.
Sometimes Saron also admires Link, a young man, who is very subtle and unique in the use of ring tactics and understanding of people's hearts, not like a 20-year-old young man at all.
Also, his fierceness when punching is more like an old fritter who fights black punches, rather than a new boxer who just debuted.
Saron didn't know where Link, the freak, came from, so all he could do now was to tell Aragon a few more words, so that he wouldn't fall into Link's trap again.
"I understand, next I will follow my rhythm and try my best to defeat Link Baker."
Aragon clenched his fists and said firmly.
Saron sighed softly, "Aragon, I told you not to care too much about winning or losing. It doesn't matter if you lose this game. Our focus is on the Olympics. You can't get injured, but now your ribs and face have been injured. Link If the injury is more serious, your Olympic journey will end here, do you understand?"
Aragon was silent for a while, then nodded.
噹噹噹!
The third round bell rang, and Link and Aragon walked to the center of the ring.
"Aragon"
"Referee! He attacked me verbally."
As soon as Link opened his mouth, Aragon immediately complained to the referee. According to the rules of boxing matches, during the match, the two boxers are not allowed to talk on the stage, and verbal attacks are not allowed, but this rule is not very strict, as long as the opponent does not object , the referee will not interfere too much.
The referee came over and gave Link a warning, and at the same time announced the start of the third round.
Link shook his head, Aragon didn't want to communicate with him, so that the psychological tactics he had prepared could not be used, so now he could only fight hard.
But fortunately, after two rounds of hard work, Aragon's strength, physical strength, and ability to resist blows have all been weakened.
The opponent's superior horse becomes a medium horse, and his own medium horse becomes a superior horse.
The advantage is mine!
After the game started, Link didn't dare to rest, and immediately swung his fist to charge towards Aragon.
Aragon raised his arms, blocked them in front of his head, moved his feet constantly, and adopted a defensive tactic.
Aragon has a strong body, his arm muscles are as strong as rocks, and his ability to resist blows is not inferior to that of Haitian Peters. Moreover, he is a black man with a small and pointed head. When he protects his head with his arms, he wants to accurately hit his head. The difficulty of the head is great.
But Link likes to do challenging things the most. He waved his fists and smashed them on Aragon's arms and chest and abdomen one after another. If it was in the first round, when Aragon was in his prime, it would be no easier for Link to break through his defense than to smash Peters' bronze wall.
But in the previous two rounds, Aragon was hit by a hook and a backhand punch, and was knocked to the ground, which consumed a lot of physical and mental energy.
This time is also the stage when Aragon is relatively weak, and it is also the best time to attack him.
Link endured the tingling pain from his right armâ€"a sign of a muscle strain, and launched attacks on Aragon's arm defense line again and again, ten punches, twenty punches, thirty punches, Link's arms began to go numb, and his body was sweating profusely.
Thirty-two punches, bang! Link's straight punch hit Aragon's left shoulder, Aragon staggered from the beating, and a loophole appeared in the defensive line.
Good opportunity! Link instantly launched a left jab, passed through Aragon's defense line, and hit Aragon's face at an extremely tricky angle. Aragon staggered and involuntarily took a step back, and the front door suddenly opened.
Good opportunity! Link waved his fists, pressed Aragon's arm, straight punches, jabs, uppercuts, and kept hitting Aragon's cheeks, forehead, and jaw.
Aragon was beaten to the left and right, and was about to reach out to hug him, using the hugging tactic.
How could Link give him a chance, he stepped back abruptly, and when the next right straight punch hit Aragon's forehead, Aragon took two steps back abruptly, and sat down on the ring with his buttocks, sliding back a few centimeters.
Wow!
There was another exclamation from the audience.
"Come on Link!"
"Link Champion!"
Seeing Aragon fall to the ground again, the people who supported Link at the scene also cheered excitedly.
Link was panting on the boxing ring, the biceps muscles in his right arm were beating violently, after the numbness disappeared, the tingling pain from the strain was coming out little by little, Link could only clench his fists and confront the pain.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5"
The referee counted to six, and Aragon stood up again with difficulty, his body swaying back and forth, obviously he hadn't recovered from the violent impact just now.
"Come on Aragon!"
The Cuban audience in the audience stood up and shouted cheers, hoping that Aragon would persevere.
Aragon slowly stood up, bulging his muscles, and roared at Link.
Link greeted him with his fists, and while Aragon was unstable, he attacked more than 20 punches in a row, causing Aragon to retreat again and again.
Aragon knew his strength, protected his head with his fists, and dodged around the ring, not confronting him head-on.
噹噹噹! The bell for the third round rings.
"Come on Link!"
"Link is the champion!"
When Link walked back to the rest area, many people cheered loudly with hoarse voices.
Link waved his fist and sat down on the round stool, his shorts were already soaked with sweat.
"Link, your right arm is seriously injured, don't use your right hand anymore, we have already won, you knocked down Aragon twice in the first three rounds, causing him to count twice, and we are better than him in terms of points , In the next round, you just need to delay the game until the end, and we will win."
Coach Ed said, applying ice to his arm.
Link shook his head, "My goal is KO, as long as the opponent is still standing, I will never give up attacking."
"But your arm, you will affect the Olympic Games if you continue to fight like this."
Coach Ed frowned.
"It's okay, let's win this game first."
Link said firmly.
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The atmosphere in the blue rest area was a bit heavy, Aragon had been knocked down twice in the first three rounds, which was far beyond Saron's expectations.
Before the game, he thought a lot and designed many tactics for Aragon against Link, but when the game came, the rhythm of the game was led astray by Link from the very beginning. By the third round, the game was completely different. Beyond Saron's imagination, none of those tactics worked.
There is only one round left in the game, and Aragon is in very bad shape at this time, so it may be difficult to comeback against Link and win the game.
"Aragon, Link's right arm is injured. In the next round, you should defend with all your strength, try to drag the game to the end, and it's best not to be hit by Link again. Your injury cannot be aggravated."
Saron advised.
Aragon looked angrily at Link in the opposite corner, and nodded fiercely. As long as the game was delayed until the end, Link would not be able to win by KO. Even if he won the game, it would not be a complete victory. He must not let this despicable guy again succeed.
噹噹噹!
The final round begins.
(End of this chapter)
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