Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

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Ding, ding, ding!

The fifth round had begun.

"Link! Go for it!"

"Link, KO him!"

"Link, use heavy punches!"

The audience knew that Link had claimed he would KO Andrea within five rounds, and since this was the fifth and final round, everyone stood up, staring intently at the ring, wanting to see if Link could indeed do it.

More than a dozen boxing promoters and their assistants also stood up to witness this crucial round, to see whether Link would fulfill his promise and complete the KO, or if Andrea would hold on and defeat Link.

In the ring, Link looked at Andrea approaching him.

"Let's see how many more rounds you can last. Within eight rounds, I'll definitely KO you."

"Eight rounds?"

Andrea was taken aback, "This is the fifth round, the last one you promised."

"A joke, the match is ten rounds. Did you really believe me when I said five? Besides, I only said I'd KO you within five rounds, I never said that going beyond five rounds meant I lose,"

Link shook his head and laughed.

"You lied?! "

Andrea shouted angrily.

"Idiot, that's called tactics, understand? As long as I win against you, who cares about the public promise,"

Link said with a cold laugh.

The referee came over to warn them not to talk in the ring and then announced the start of the fifth round.

"You liar! I'm going to kill you!"

Andrea charged forward in fury, with a vicious straight punch headed for Link's head.

Link instantly ducked to the side, swinging his fist, a vicious rear hook punch, crashing down hard on Andrea's head.

Andrea's head twisted sharply to the left, sweat and saliva from his head flying to the side, his body involuntarily falling towards the ring. He struggled not to fall, but still,

Thud!

Andrea crashed heavily onto the ring.

"Wow!"

"Another rear hook punch!"

"Link, KO! Link, KO!"

"Link, champion!"

The audience all stood up, clapping and shouting non-stop.

Andrea lay on the ring, the referee crouched beside him counting, "10, 9, 8, 7..."

After counting four numbers, Andrea lifted his head and propped himself up to stand using the ring.

"Andrea, don't attack, there's only 100 seconds left in the match, hang in there, and you'll have won,"

Andrea's coach shouted.

Andrea gave his coach a glance, rage in his eyes. That bastard's promise of five rounds was a lie. If he continued to defend, he'd be beaten to death. How could he keep defending at this point?

He roared and, fists swinging, launched an attack on Link.

"Idiot! Defense, full defense, don't attack, what an idiot!"

Greg Cohen covered his forehead, cursing angrily from the spectators' seats.

Thud!

On the boxing platform, Link took a punch to the face while simultaneously landing a swing punch on Andrea's left cheek.

Thud!

Andrea fell once more onto the ring.

"Wow! A third KO!"

"Link! Champion!!"

"Link! Champion!!"

The venue roared with shouts from the audience, deafeningly loud.

Link, fists raised, breathing heavily, glared at Andrea lying on the ground, while the referee crouched beside Andrea counting, "10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."

Andrea struggled to his feet once again.

"Andrea, don't attack, cover your head, only 30 seconds left in the match, just a moment more and you can win,"

Andrea's coach yelled out.

"Idiot! Hang in there! Don't attack, use the clinch tactic, you idiot!!!"

Greg Cohen roared, fists in the air.

The other promoters looked at him in surprise.

Andrea glanced at his coach then roared, fists raised, continuing to swing fiercely at Link.

Thud!

Link, hearing there were less than thirty seconds left, abandoned defense, and with a straight punch, slammed it into Andrea's forehead with all his strength.

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Bang!

Link's chin took a hit, and he staggered two steps, sitting down on the ground.

Bang!

Andrea's forehead took a hit, and he stumbled back against the ropes, extending his hand to grip them, struggling to stand up.

"Andrea, there are only 10 seconds left in the match. Stand up! If you stand up, you win,"

Andrea's coach shouted from below the ring.

Andrea was sprawled on the ground, clutching the ropes and slowly getting up.

Link tightly clenched his fists, watching his opponent coldly, ready to pounce at any moment.

Andrea suddenly staggered and collapsed headfirst onto the boxing ring.

Link slowly stood up, gasping for breath, with sweat sliding down his skin like rain.

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

The referee finished the count of ten, and Andrea hadn't managed to get up in time.

Boom!!

"Link has won!"

"Link is the champion!"

"Link, the champion!"

Over ten thousand spectators in the venue shouted in unison, the tremendous roar reverberating through the roof of the American Airlines Arena.

Link stood up straight, facing all the spectators, and raised his fists with force.

"Link! The Champion!"

"Link! The Champion!"

Even though Link's arms were trembling uncontrollably, sweat beading, and his breathing heavy, he still held his fists high. The incandescent light shined on his bronze, muscular back, making him look like an iron giant.

"Link! The Champion!"

Reggie, West, and the others from the gym rushed onto the ring and lifted Link, excitedly shouting 'Link, the champion.'

Andrea Berto was also helped away from the ring.

"Idiot!"

Greg Cohen kicked a chair, and his face instantly showed a painful expression as he limped away from the stands with a hobble.

"All boxing fans and participants, after the decision by the Amateur Boxing Organization and the Golden Gloves Association, and witnessed by all of you, I am honored to announce that the champion of the Super Middleweight division is... Mr. Link Baker."

On the boxing ring, Bernard Kenny, the current chairman of the American Amateur Boxing Organization, raised Link's arm high in front of more than ten thousand spectators, in front of numerous cameras and media journalists.

"Link! The Champion!"

The audience and fans shouted and celebrated jubilantly, filling the entire venue with their joyful cheers.

"I am also honored to represent the Golden Gloves Association and the Amateur Boxing Organization in presenting the Super Middleweight Golden Gloves trophy to Mr. Link Baker!"

Bernard Kenny took the Golden Gloves-shaped trophy and a check for 100,000 US dollars from his assistant and handed them to Link.

Link took the trophy and raised it high toward the audience, toward the boxing fans.

Reggie and the others lifted it along with the trophy.

"Link! The Champion!"

"Link! The Champion!"

More than ten thousand spectators shouted in unison.

Pop, pop, pop!

Dozens of fireworks exploded overhead, showering colorful confetti and streamers.

Link looked at the streamers falling from above, thinking back to before the final cage fight when Coach Liu and his assistant Xiao Yang also bought more than ten fireworks, saying they would celebrate when he won the championship.

Unfortunately, he hadn't managed to stand up at the final moment, and those fireworks didn't get a chance to bloom.

But this time, he hadn't let himself down, hadn't disappointed the fans, nor had he disappointed his coach and friends. Coach Liu would probably be satisfied if he knew.

Link looked up at the sky, his lips curving into a smile.

Hiss!

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"Dear viewers! Ladies and gentlemen! I am honored to continue reporting the Golden Gloves tournament situation here. After five rounds of fierce fighting, Miami boxer Link Baker continued conquering his opponent Andrea Berto with a KO, securing the match.

Mr. Link Baker has also become the champion of the Super Middleweight national division in this edition of the Golden Gloves tournament. Currently, Link's amateur match record stands at 17 fights, 17 wins, and 17 KOs."

"'Ring' magazine wasn't wrong. Link has achieved an incredible record, a record-breaking one, and I would like to congratulate Mr. Link Baker once again here. I hope he can achieve even more in the boxing world in the future and present even more exciting matches to the fans," said HBO host Steve Mandanda, holding the microphone towards the camera.

The cameraman turned the camera towards the bustling boxing ring.

"CUT!"

"OK, that's a wrap!"

"Are you coming for drinks tonight? I'll introduce you to a hot Bolivian chick."

"Don't talk nonsense; the recording hasn't stopped."

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