Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"What happened? Tell me quickly, what just happened?"

Charlotte pointed at the boxing ring, her mouth moved a few times before she finally spoke, "Just now, Carl continued his fierce attack on Link, and suddenly Link, without dodging, threw a punch from behind, landing squarely on Carl’s face. That punch was extremely fast and ferocious. Carl had no defense against it, and with a loud thud, he was smashed onto the canvas."

"A punch thrown from behind? The Rear Hook Punch?!"

"Yes, the Rear Hook Punch!"

"It’s Link’s Rear Hook Punch!!"

At this moment, not only did Gary recall Link’s ace move—the notorious ’Rear Hook Punchmany in the audience also remembered this technique.

The news said that last year, Link used this move to fight his way from the Golden Gloves preliminaries to the Olympics, where he used it so often during the Americas Zone qualifiers that he strained a muscle.

But the move was so powerful, anyone who got hit by it ended up overturned on the ground.

However, since entering the professional boxing ring, Link had rarely used this move against others. Today, he suddenly unleashed it and with one punch knocked Carl Franke flat.

That was also the reason behind the gasps and cries of astonishment from the tens of thousands in the venue.

First, everyone knew Link had this move, but nobody expected him to suddenly pull it out here—it was completely unexpected.

Secondly, although everyone knew about the destructive power of Link’s Rear Hook Punch, they had never seen it with their own eyes.

Just now, watching Link’s fist come down like a hammer and flip Carl Franke over, that violent visual impact was also incredibly shocking.

On the ring, Link held his fists tightly, silently watching Carl Franke, who was sprawled on the canvas.

After taking the punch, Carl did not pass out. He propped himself up on the canvas, gritting his teeth, trying to stand up bit by bit.

"Come on Carl!"

"Carl, get up quickly!"

"Carl, you’re the best!"

In the stands, tens of thousands of people stood up and shouted in unison, the noise buzzing in Link’s ears.

"Come on Carl! Hang in there!"

In the corner of the ring, Carl Froch’s sparring partners also shouted words of encouragement loudly.

With everyone’s cheers, Carl struggled for six or seven seconds and, as the referee counted down to two, let out a roar and stood firmly on the canvas.

"Carl!!!"

The audience on the scene also raised their arms, shouting his name loudly.

Link nodded in recognition, Carl Franke’s ability to take a punch and his willpower were indeed formidable; he could surely rank within the top three among the boxers Link had fought.

The referee stood beside Carl, asking if he could continue the match.

"I can!"

Carl gasped for air and said, eyes on Link.

"Boxing!"

Upon the referee’s instruction, Carl Froch let out a roar and swung his fists, launching another powerful attack on Link.

"Come on Carl!"

"Way to go, Carl!"

"Carl, watch out for his Rear Hook Punch!"

The British fans on the scene started shouting loudly.

"Come on, Carl, you’re the best boxer."

BBC presenter Edward Campbell held the microphone, his voice hoarse as he spoke into the camera lens,

"Listen, everyone, right now behind me, tens of thousands of fans are cheering for Carl Franke. Because of Carl, all the British boxing fans are closely united. Well done, Carl!"

"Come on Carl!"

Charlotte, forgetting she was a detective, also screamed hoarsely.

But the situation on the ring for Carl was not optimistic. After standing up, he threw his punches and launched a strong attack against Link again.

This time, however, Link didn’t dodge anymore. He swiftly swung his punches, exchanging blows with Carl.

Both exchanged punches, blow for blow, flesh to flesh.

In less than 20 seconds.

Link threw 57 punches, Carl threw 42.

The audience watched as if entranced, even forgetting to cheer.

"This is so thrilling, this is boxing!"

Charlotte said excitedly.

Boom!

171 seconds!

Link launched a fierce attack, unleashing six heavy punches in a row, and Carl, unable to dodge in time, slammed into the ropes with his back.

Link pressed forward, a Swing Punch breaking through Carl’s defense, solidly striking his cheek.

Carl’s head snapped from the punch, his body twisting half-round before crashing heavily to the ground.

Whoa!! Seeing Carl hit the deck, the crowd finally snapped back to reality, letting out a gasp of astonishment.

"10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1!"

This time, there was no miracle. The referee counted down from ten, and Carl struggled a few times but couldn’t get up.

Link had won the match.

"Yeah! Link won!"

The fans of Link on-site cheered loudly, though much quieter compared to those rooting for Carl.

"Ah! Carl lost! Damn Link is just too strong."

Charlotte shrugged and said.

"Carl didn’t do bad, nobody has lasted 170 seconds against Link before; Carl did it," a spectator said up front.

Charlotte nodded in agreement.

Carl went down, and Link won the match; the WBC and WBA Boxing organizations’ chairmen both climbed into the ring to present him the Golden Belt.

"How do you all see this match?"

Lennox Lewis turned and asked several of his colleagues.

The match looked a bit strange. Initially, Carl launched a strong offensive, seemingly having the upper hand, as if he might be able to win.

Just when everyone started to glimpse hope, Link unleashed a ferocious Rear Hook Punch, shattering that hope completely.

Lewis wondered what would have happened if that punch hadn’t landed, or if Carl had blocked it?

"I think Carl’s loss is a bit unjust. If he had been a little more cautious and guarded against Link’s Rear Hook Punch, he likely had a good chance of dragging the match into the second round and increasing his chances of winning," Chris Eubank said.

Lewis then looked to Frank Bruno.

Bruno furrowed his brow and stared at the ring, "I’m not quite clear either. It feels like it was a tactic of Link; once the match started and he saw Carl attacking, he chose to stay on the defensive, with tight guard, letting Carl go on the offensive. When Carl started to tire from his attacks, Link suddenly threw a Rear Hook Punch, turning the tide in an instant."

Joe Calzaghe sighed next to him, "That’s what I think too. I have watched all of Link’s matches, and he has two styles of fighting. If the opponent attacks, he defends, and if the opponent defends, he goes on the offensive. He also likes to lure his opponent into attacking, waiting until they’re exhausted before delivering a cruel blow to end the fight."

"Are you saying that the weak and retreating poses he was showing in the ring were all an act, deliberately luring Carl to attack?" Chris Eubank asked in surprise.

Calzaghe nodded, looking at Link who was being interviewed in the ring, "I suspect it’s not just the acting weak; some of the punches Carl landed were also purposefully taken by Link with the intent to give Carl hope of winning, to tempt him to keep attacking and wear himself out."

"How is that possible?! I can’t believe it, no one would take punches deliberately in the ring," Chris Eubank said with disbelief.

"It’s true! When I had my rematch with Holyfield, I used the same tactic to lure him into attacking, to drain his stamina as much as possible, and I won in the end," Lennox Lewis said with a shrug.

"Moreover, though Rear Hook Punches are vicious, they’re slow due to the long distance and easy to dodge. They are relatively easy to land in amateur fights, but in professional bouts, landing them is extremely difficult, which is why Link uses them rarely since turning professional. Today, he first used tactics to draw Carl in, depleting his energy and speed, and only when the time was right did he suddenly launch the Rear Hook Punch and score the hit successfully," said Calzaghe.

"This guy, really... tough to deal with!"

Boxing legends Frank Bruno, Chris Eubank, Calzaghe, and Lewis all looked toward Link in the ring with complex expressions.

If all of this was true, then Link was too cunning. Already a fierce fighter, his guile made him an even more difficult opponent. How could anyone fight against him?

And this man, who amazed everyone, was only 21 years old this year. How could the world of boxing produce such a character?

Bruno and the other retired boxers felt relieved they hadn’t faced such an opponent in their day, as it would have been difficult to become champions.

Yet, they also regretted not having the chance to confront such a formidable adversary.

To spar with the best is the pursuit of top boxers.

"Joe, would you fight him?" Lewis asked, looking at Calzaghe.

Calzaghe looked towards Link on the stage, crowned with two Golden Belts, nodded, and then shook his head.

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"I’m not sure, but I’d really like to have a match with him. He’s truly a great opponent."

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