Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

At 93 seconds into the second round, Link employed his old head-body, head-body strategy, landing a Jab in his opponent’s abdomen, causing Andre’s defense to distort, followed immediately by a Straight Punch to his opponent’s forehead.

Andre staggered, his body retreating rapidly, smashing into the corner post to stabilize himself, nearly resulting in a knockdown.

"Link’s using Heavy Punches!"

"Link finish him!"

The fans stood up and cheered loudly.

Link advanced a few steps, continuing to strike his opponent’s body and head with a high frequency of Jabs, seeing that his opponent was ready to employ the clinch strategy again.

Link quickly stepped back, and with a long-prepared Left Uppercut from below, thumped it solidly against his opponent’s jaw.

Andre, hit by the sudden punch, jolted upwards, his mind went blank, stumbling a step, attempting to grab the ropes to steady himself.

But the powerful punch still caused a whirl of dizziness in his head, and he stumbled and fell on the boxing ring.

Seeing Andre knocked down, the spectators instantly became excited, shouting "Link must win," "Link’s won," "Link is Superman."

The atmosphere inside the Staples Center instantly boiled over with more than sixty thousand people chanting in unison, like the noisy Sarajevo.

"This guy’s fans are way too loud."

Little Roy Jones turned to look at the stands.

Many young fans were shaking Link’s posters in their seats, making noise non-stop, as if it were a Link concert.

"It’s really loud, fighting against him, it’s hard to gain the home ground advantage."

James Toney swept a glance around, from the top to the bottom of the stands – Link’s fans were everywhere, at least ten thousand people shouting.

In such a venue, it was hard for others to get the home ground advantage.

"Tsk, that’s for sure, this guy isn’t just a Boxing Champion, he’s also a big rock star, with global album sales of over ten million copies. Tsk, so impressive. With just a few boxing matches and album revenues, Link’s worth is probably around two hundred million now, two hundred million a year, fuck, this bastard is the real Money Printing Machine."

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Tyson said enviously.

The other people, upon hearing Link earns two hundred million a year, couldn’t help but show a mix of envy and jealousy. Coming into fame in just over a year to become a multimillionaire, this guy was truly enigmatic.

"Haha, this is good, the more fans Link has, the higher the share of the ticket sales and PPV revenue. I bet that my next match with him will bring in no less than one hundred million US Dollars in PPV revenue shares, and earnings from other sources will also double. Haha, our prize money will definitely break records," Hoyle said, waving his fists excitedly.

"Fuck! I should’ve fought him later," Tyson said angrily.

But Little Roy Jones, Hopkins, and James Toney were quite happy.

They hadn’t fought Link yet and had the chance to ride on Link’s popularity, to get more match bonuses and a share of the PPV revenue.

If they performed just a bit better and defeated Link in the match, the earnings from that one match could match their total income from the past four or five years of fighting.

Thinking about these things, everyone’s gaze towards Link instantly turned fervent.

"Link! Keep it up!"

On the ring, after Andre fell, the referee crouched and counted to four; Andre got up from the ground and gave Link a cold glance.

The referee asked Andre if he could continue the fight, and Andre fiercely said "I can."

"Boxing!"

At 105 seconds into the second round, the match continued.

Link continued his attack, wanting to seize the victory and aim to defeat his opponent in this round.

But at this moment, Andre suddenly changed tactics, no longer being defensive and swung both fists in a counterattack.

Link didn’t back down either, starting to exchange punches with his opponent.

Bang Bang Bang!

Both fighters’ punches were heavy, their Speed extremely fast, and their Combination Punches very refined.

After both abandoned defense and went all out on the offense, the match on the boxing ring suddenly became much more intense.

The two traded blow for blow with each punch aimed at vital points without any compromise.

The audience was shocked by this sudden exchange of punches and cheered loudly, not only for Link but also many black fans shouting for Andre Ward to knock Link down.

Thump!

At the 152nd second, Link’s chin caught a punch, but the next second, he unleashed a ferocious right swing punch, sweeping viciously from right to left, solidly hitting Andre Ward on the side of his face.

Andre’s head shifted to the left, the muscles in his face distorting, as the sweat on his hair was flung away.

Bang!

Andre collapsed sideways onto the boxing ring, his face sliding across the floor for two centimeters before coming to a stop.

"Hiss!"

The camera clearly captured the image of Link’s fist deforming Andre’s face and the sweat being flung off, especially for audiences watching in high definition, who could see it very clearly, many involuntarily gasped in shock.

Even though boxing gloves can reduce more than 60% of the weight, being hit in the head by a fist weighing three to four hundred pounds certainly feels very bittersweet.

"10, 9, 8, 7...."

The ring referee crouched beside, counting down, as Andre Ward slowly opened his eyes, propped himself up with his hands, and gradually stood up, with sweat dripping from his body.

"Andre! Come on!"

"Andre, hold on!"

Many black boxing fans shouted from the stands.

"Andre, get up! Knock that bastard Link down."

In a New York music club, 50 Cent, Drake, and others watched the television anxiously.

"5, 4, 3..."

With the countdown at three seconds, Andre slowly got to his feet, leaning on the ropes.

"Yeah!"

Many in the audience shouted excitedly.

The referee asked Andre Ward to let go of the ropes and take two steps forward. Andre had just taken one step when he collapsed back to the floor.

Ugh!

The audience sighed in disappointment.

The referee extended two fingers in front of Andre’s eyes, asking how many fingers, and Andre answered ’three’.

Convinced that Andre was not fit to continue, the referee, after consulting with Andre’s coach, declared Andre had conceded the match, and the judges unanimously ruled that Link had won the bout.

"Yeah!"

Upon hearing of Link’s victory, the audience immediately erupted in excitement, and while there were many fans of Andre in attendance, the majority were there for Link.

Seeing him overpower his opponent with a forceful strategy and win the WBA-WBC-WBO-IBF-WBF-IBO Golden Belt, the fans jumped excitedly, turning the boxing match into a scene straight out of a festival, with some even starting to sing Link’s "unstoppable," transforming the boxing match into a concert vibe.

"Yeah! Link won!"

In the villa, the little girl who had just been crying jumped up excitedly, her little round face filled with jubilation.

"Haha, Link won, that’s just great," Selina shouted, dancing with excitement.

"Hmph, be more careful next time, don’t cause any more trouble," Mrs. Mandy said, barely containing her laughter.

"I know!"

Selina rolled her eyes, then suddenly, with a twinkle in her big eyes, she turned to everyone and said, "Do you think there’s a chance that Link couldn’t have beaten Andre Ward, but that it was all because I made him drink a glass of wine, causing a sudden outburst and defeating his opponent?"

"What are you thinking? If it weren’t for you, Link could have finished the fight in the first round. Do you really want to take credit for Link’s victory?" Mrs. Mandy gave her a look.

Catherine, Taylor, and Mrs. Andrea all started laughing.

Selina sniffed and said with hands in her pockets, "You can’t completely rule out the possibility. We should wait for Link to come back and ask him, maybe it’s true."

"What if it’s not true, aren’t you afraid of Link coming back to give you a beating?" Taylor said with a twinkle in his eye.

At Taylor’s words, Selina’s face froze, and upon seeing Link encumbered with Golden Belts looking formidable on TV, she immediately ran upstairs.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m homesick, I want to go back home for a few days."

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