Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 590 - 445: Super Boxer King
Ding ding ding!
Rest for a minute, the second round continues.
Before this round began, the referee asked Beirut if he wanted to continue the match, and Beirut, spitting out blood-stained sputum, indicated he would continue.
At the start of the match, Link walked to the center of the ring with his fists raised.
Beirut also staggered over, his face in bad shape, with his left eyebrow bone swollen high as if stung by a wasp, blood was flowing from his right nostril, and there were visible wounds on his lower lip and chin.
The doctor smeared a layer of Vaseline, used for lubrication, on his face, making it look greasy and reflective.
Despite Beirut's bad condition, Link did not take it lightly. In the match, as long as the opponent hadn't fallen, one could never let one's guard down.
"Boxing!"
The second round began, and Link, having the upper hand, naturally chose to continue the offense.
Beirut, with his arms on either side of his head, clearly was on full defense, looking to delay the game.
In boxing matches, the longer one holds on, the greater the exposure, like actors in TV dramas. The more they are seen, the more they become star actors, especially in such high viewership matches.
But Link did not plan to give his opponent that chance. He rushed forward and landed a straight punch on his opponent's right arm. As Beirut moved to the left to evade, Link nimbly moved his feet. Following up closely, a punch struck his opponent's left rib.
Strike the high, hit the low.
As the opponent's left arm moved down, he seized the opportunity, swinging a Swing Punch across his opponent's right arm, sending him staggering, with clear breaches in his defensive arms.
Great opportunity!
Following that, a straight punch passed through the opponent's arms and solidly smashed onto his left face.
Boom!
A powerful Heavy Punch hit Beirut's side of the face.
The formidable force formed clear shock waves near Beirut's cheekbone, like a meteor striking the surface of the sea.
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Beirut's head involuntarily tilted backwards, and the sweat in his short hair flung out in a swoop, clearly visible under the lights.
The nosebleed that had just been clogged spurted out again, coupled with saliva thrown from his mouth, forming clear parabolic arcs.
The camera suddenly sped up.
After being punched, the strong inertia made Beirut's body involuntarily fall backward, his footsteps staggering back two steps, and then, with a thud, he fell flat on his back on the boxing ring.
"Wow!"
As Beirut fell, over ten thousand spectators suddenly stood up.
Their eyes glued to the ring, watching both the suddenly fallen Beirut and Link, who still stood like a pillar wearing red boxing gloves.
Brilliant lights shone on both of them. Beirut struggled on the ring, trying to get up, but failed!
Link, with his fists raised, kept a close watch on his opponent.
His arm muscles ferociously swelled, his upper body's bronze skin and iron-crafted muscles, covered in sweat, became solid and more defined. His strong pectoral muscles and clearly segmented chocolate abs shone with a glossy finish under the lights, looking extremely fierce and formidable.
Many female spectators in the venue and in front of the TV stared at his body, unable to blink, some even making gulping motions.
Slap!
Chen Xiaochun was slapped again for he suddenly reached out to cover Ying Cai'er's eyes.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
Ying Cai'er turned and scolded.
"I think it's really inappropriate for boxers to fight shirtless, Alan King, Lee Dongyi, what do you think?"
Chen Xiaochun, rubbing the thigh that had been slapped, looked at his two companions.
"Indeed, it's inappropriate."
His buddy Xie Tianhua laughed heartily.
Zheng Yijian smiled bashfully, saying nothing.
"Nerves! You guys always stare at girls' legs when shopping, what's wrong with us looking at Link's muscles? You're all so petty!"
Ying Cai'er gave them both a disdainful glance, then turned back but saw the camera had shifted away from Link, and she glared at Chen Xiaochun, dissatisfied.
Back at the fight venue.
After Beirut had fallen, the boxing ring referee crouched beside and began to count down.
"...8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"
The referee counted down from ten, and Beirut struggled several times but failed to stand up smoothly.
Under the gaze of all the spectators, the referee walked over to Link, lifted his right fist high up.
"Yay!"
"Link has won!"
"Long live Link!"
"Link has become the Light Heavyweight World Boxing Champion."
All of a sudden, thousands of spectators in the venue started shouting, including those few hundred of Link's critics who were conquered by his fierce fighting power. In the stands, they waved posters of divas and Girls' Generation, as if they were ready to offer their idols to him.
At this moment, everyone was a fan of Link's boxing.
Just then, a familiar song suddenly played in the venue.
Legends never die
Legends never extinguish
When the world is calling you
When the world is calling you
Can you hear them screaming out your name
Can you hear them calling your name
"Legends never die! They become a part of you, every time you bleed for reaching greatness..."
The audience at the venue sang along loudly.
Link smiled gently, wiped the sweat from his face, and waved his fists toward the audience.
He bowed politely to the audience in all directions.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A wave of enthusiastic applause erupted at the venue.
"Yeah! Link won!"
Below the stage, Zou Shiming, Xiong Chaozhong, Pan Weibai, Lin Junjie, Chris Liu, Kun Ling, and the reluctant-looking Jerry, as well as Tan Yongling, Huang Rihua, Chen Long, Zhou Xingchi, Xie Tingfeng, Wu Yanzu, Huang Guanzhong, and a whole bunch of celebrities stood up and clapped vigorously and cheered.
Under the TVB cameras, the scene resembled the start of the Oscar ceremony when the best actor award was being presented.
At this moment, Alan King, the WBA Asia chairman, Pinit, the WBA Asia Referee Committee chairman, Lee Dongyi, the WBA Huaxia chairman, and the head of the Hong Kong Island Culture and Tourism Bureau walked into the boxing ring following a person.
When that person appeared, a wave of enthusiastic applause and cheering swept through the venue.
Link also smiled and shook hands with him, politely greeted the leader, and took the gleaming Golden Belt from his hand, raising it high again.
In addition to the WBA Light Heavyweight Champion Golden Belt, there was also a WBA Super Champion Golden Belt.
This kind of Golden Belt is mainly used to honor boxers who have excelled in WBA boxing events, such as holding two rank champion belts and defending the WBA world champion title multiple times.
Ali, Tyson, Holyfield, Hoyle, Lennox Lewis, the Klitschkos, and others had received this title.
Differently, Link had obtained the WBA organization's Super Champion title at just 22, setting a new record for the organization.
"King Link! King Link!"
Seeing him raise the two Golden Belts, tens of thousands of spectators in the venue shouted loudly, some even beating drums.
"Incredible, 128 seconds to become the Light Heavyweight champion, Link will definitely become a legendary figure in boxing."
"Damn! 128 seconds to earn three hundred million Hong Kong dollars, that's quicker than robbing a bank."
"If only I could be as fierce as Link, earning three hundred million Hong Kong dollars in one match, I'd never need to go fishing at sea every day."
Viewers in front of the TV watching Link holding the Golden Belts discussed among themselves; some envied, some admired.
"Link is so fierce, isn't he, Feifei?"
Down by the ring, Miss Ice Van looked at the radiant Link on the stage and whispered to Chris Liu who was beside her.
Chris Liu was clapping excitedly. Hearing Miss Van's question, she nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of Link.
"Feifei, the Western media say that Link is very robust and often takes two to three hours to handle matters; is that true?"
Ice Van chuckled softly.
Chris Liu was about to nod when she suddenly realized the inappropriateness of the question. She quickly came to her senses, her fair crystal cheeks turning a bright red instantly, her phoenix eyes blinked as she said helplessly,
"Ice Ice, why talk about that?"
"We're all adults here, just chatting for fun. Feifei, is it true? Link's body is so strong, and yours is somewhat frail; you definitely can't match him. Sister has experience in this aspect; do you want me to teach you?"
Ice Van's voice was coquettishly soft.
Chris Liu's face turned even redder, and she shook her head while pursing her lips. Although Link was strong, he was also gentle and very caring. Every time she could not bear it, Link would slow down, kiss her, and not let her get hurt.
Thinking of this, she looked at Link on the ring, her expression becoming even more tender and sweet.
Ice Van saw her blushing beauty and sparkling eyes that almost seemed to twinkle, instantly understanding that she likely had real feelings for Link, unlike Yang Dami, who was primarily work-focused.
Ice Van smiled slightly, turning her head to look at Link on the ring, her gaze also becoming fervent.
Link was not only a world champion boxer who could earn three hundred million Hong Kong dollars from one match but also a multi-billionaire worth 20 to 30 billion US dollars, the owner of the eighth largest Hollywood production company, and a super handsome guy.
If she could get on his good side, hmm!
Legends never die!
Legends never perish
They become a part of you
You too are part of the legend
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Blooding in the battlefield for a glorious victory
Legends never die
Amidst the generous and inspiring singing, the WBA Light Heavyweight World Championship challenge concluded.
Link attended an award ceremony, took group photos with several main leaders, and was interviewed by multiple media outlets at the venue.
The reporters' questions were very standard, such as how he felt about winning, whether he had thought he would win, and what the match felt like, without any sharp topics.
Link also ran into Zou Shiming and Xiong Chaozhong, who came over to greet him, and he took the initiative to chat with them for a while. Chaozhong was Huaxia's first world champion, and Shiming was the second, though others fell a bit short in terms of influence.
However, both had greatly diminished in strength after getting married and had not achieved much success in boxing afterward, so old Liu saying that women are the great enemies of boxers was not wrong.
Link invited them for a photo, and they were so excited that their faces flushed red, standing erect and staring intently at the camera.
Click!
Beyond his fellow professionals, Link also shook hands and took photos with celebrities like Chen Long, Zhou Xingchi, Zhen Zidan, and Ice Van who came to greet him. He then returned to the backstage locker room, where he tightly embraced Chris Liu, kissing her almost breathlessly from the doorway to the bathroom.
They become a part of you
Turning the story into a song
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Fighting against adversity to write greatness, blood coloring the clothing, wounds no one will mention
Legends never die
The song echoed in the gymnasium as another battle reignited in the locker room.
