Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Go Link!"

The audience both on-site and in front of their TVs were also loudly cheering.

The match had begun.

On the ring, Andre Ward launched an early attack, landing a punch on Link’s upper left, a probing offensive move.

Link stepped to the side and swung a punch at Andre Ward’s jaw while Andre Ward quickly stepped back, avoiding his attack.

Link pressed forward, throwing two more punches that Andre Ward blocked with his arms raised, while Andre simultaneously swung at Link’s left rib. Link got hit on the left rib and while retreating, he managed to land a punch on Andre’s shoulder.

Both men landed a punch each and stepped back, creating some distance between them.

"How could this be?"

In the spectator stands, Lou Duvall looked incredulously toward Ms. Nora Duwa. Despite his frail health, he had flown in from New York especially to watch Link unify the Super Middleweight class, only to see Link performing poorly and entirely out of sorts from the start.

Nora put away her phone and said, "Franco said it seems like Link hasn’t sobered up from a drunk state."

"Drunk?"

Lou Duvall was stunned for a moment, then became furious, "Nonsense! How can he be drunk in such an important match? If he was drunk, why didn’t they postpone the match to another day? How can he fight like this?"

"Franco tried to persuade Link before the match, suggesting they fight another day, but Link said it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t affect the match," Nora said with a shrug.

"Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Old Duvall angrily tapped his cane, "I’ve always said that Link needs stricter supervision, we can’t let him mess around. Haven’t there been enough talented boxers in history whose careers were ruined by their vices? This will absolutely ruin Link."

"My hot-tempered old father, why not watch the match before you get angry?"

Dino turned his head back toward old Duvall, smiling wryly, "Last time Link fought Carl Froch, he wasn’t in form in the first round either, and you criticized him for not taking it seriously, only to find out later it was a tactic. Could his current form also be a tactic? Don’t forget Link is an actor."

Old Duvall scowled and glared fiercely, "If you talk to me in that tone again, I’ll break your legs."

"Dino, watch the match, stop talking nonsense," Nora gave him a look.

"Alright, I just wanted to remind you, dad. The match has just started, the outcome is undefined, you don’t need to be so irascible," Dino said, shrugging and smiling.

"Hmph!"

Old Duvall glared at him and turned back to the boxing ring. Link and Andre Ward were still exchanging probing attacks without launching into full aggressive assaults. Link’s technique clearly wasn’t as sharp as before.

He couldn’t help getting angry again but then remembered Dino’s words. Could this really be Link’s strategy?

As far as he knew, Link wasn’t someone with a chaotic personal life, undisciplined, or with bad habits; he didn’t smoke, binge drink, do drugs, or mess around with women, and he rarely went to bars. He took boxing very seriously, almost devoutly.

Knowing there was an important match today, how could he have drunk to excess the night before?

This was clearly unreasonable.

Eliminating these unreasonable possibilities, there was only one truth left—could this really be Link’s strategy?

But what kind of strategy was it?

Old Duvall furrowed his brow, watching the boxing ring intently, hoping to discern Link’s techniques amid the chaotic scene.

Along with old Duvall, many boxing legends had come to the venue today.

Bob Arum, De La Hoya, Tyson, James Toney, Bernard Hopkins, Roy Jones, John Ruiz, Mayweather, George Foreman, among others.

After the match started, everyone watched the boxing ring with furrowed brows and serious expressions.

"Hey, why aren’t you talking?"

Hoyle turned to his colleagues and asked.

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Hopkins snapped out of his thoughts, wiped the sweat from his forehead—he had been intensely analyzing for a while, breaking a sweat without understanding Link’s strategy, and was feeling upset and disgruntled looking toward the lower-ranked Hoyle.

"Link is not in form today; do you think he might lose?"

Hoyle asked.

Hiss!

Hopkins shook his head, "Are you joking? Link, that freak of a guy, out of form in a match? Absolutely not, it’s just his strategy. If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense."

"Bernard’s right!"

Tyson, showing his gold-capped teeth, said, "Link is an extremely cunning guy. Last time he fought Carl Froch, his start was even worse than today. Everyone thought his attention was scattered due to other things, leading to a decline in performance, but what was the result? All damned tactics!

I bet his current form is all an act, drawing Andre Ward to attack, then waiting for the chance to strike, a Rear Hook Punch KO on Andre Ward. That guy’s strength is so strong, yet he still likes to use tactics, he’s really a damn bastard!" Tyson cursed, lamenting that if he had even 50% of Link’s cunning back in the day, he wouldn’t have ended up boxing for rich women to pay off debts.

"Tyson’s right!"

James Toney nodded, patting his belly, "Link loves to play the counter-attack game, first letting the opponent attack recklessly, allowing them to get used to this approach, then suddenly launching a counter-attack to catch them off-guard. Miko, Froch, Tyson, they were all defeated this way.

Look at Andre; he has also realized it’s Link’s trick, which is why he’s very cautious during the match, trying to stick to his original rhythm, avoiding falling into Link’s trap."

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