Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Link had once competed in underground boxing rings, sustained many injuries, and inflicted plenty on others. Seeing his opponent make that move, he instantly realized the man had an injury in his ribs, possibly an old one.

Considering Rosniel was a veteran with over ten years of boxing training and more than a hundred matches, having injuries was normal, and competing while injured was fairly common as well.

Back then, Link had participated in no-protection fights and had two ribs broken by a kick.

But to earn enough money for his mother's medical bills, he had to fight despite his injuries, vomiting blood as he fought, which created an astonishing visual effect. The wealthy spectators below the stage, their faces flushed, roared and screamed, throwing bills into the cage.

That match alone netted Link over three hundred thousand.

Link spotted his opponent's weakness and without a moment's hesitation, he feigned attacking the man's head with a combination of punches, causing the opponent to raise his arms to block.

Bang!

Following that, he delivered a left straight punch, hitting the opponent's left ribs fiercely and ruthlessly.

"Uh!"

The opponent grunted, clutching his left ribs and stumbling back several steps until he hit the ropes.

Link did not stop there; he rushed forward, delivering several punches to his opponent's body, penetrating the man's defense.

As Rosniel used his arms to protect his ribs, Link's fists smashed directly onto his opponent's head, one punch, two punches, three punches, until the opponent fell to the ground.

"Break!"

The referee came over to pull him away, stopping him from throwing more punches.

Link raised his fists, quietly watching his opponent's pained face, feeling a slight pity but quickly discarding it as though it were trash.

This was a boxing ring, an arena of competition.

If the opponent chose to fight injured, it meant he was prepared for all consequences, including getting hurt, being disabled, suffering a brain injury, or even dying.

If, because he was injured, one does not strike him or deliberately avoids his injuries, then one might as well not be a boxer. Perhaps becoming a statue at Notre Dame in Paris would be more fitting.

Moreover, in boxing, defeating an opponent with full force is the true way to honor them; treating them with mercy, on the other hand, amounts to contempt.

Across the ring, after consulting with the referee, Rosniel chose to continue the match, and the Cuban audience erupted in cheers, screaming Rosniel was a hero, a champion, urging him to "kill that American."

Link smiled at the shouts.

He found it interesting that no matter the sport, whenever he competed on foreign turf, the local spectators invariably painted him as the ultimate villain.

He couldn't help but reminisce about his days in the underground boxing ring.

Those wealthy spectators didn't care about who was the home or away fighter; as long as the fight was good and the fighters gave their all, they'd throw money into the ring. Their pleasure was very straightforward—they just wanted to watch two humans fight like beasts, battered and bloodied.

This was their way of seeking thrills and pleasure, far purer than any audience below the ring.

If Rosniel chose to be a hero, Link didn't mind assisting him, even if it meant becoming a villain. But as long as he emerged as the champion, what did being a villain matter?

The third round began.

Link continued to bombard Rosniel's ribs with punches. Whenever Rosniel lowered his arms, changing his defensive posture, Link's fists would quickly strike his face.

Bang!

In the third round, at 32 seconds, Link knocked down his opponent once again.

"This bastard is so despicable,"

said several Cuban boxers at the ringside, clearly upset.

But Sawon watched Link with a calm expression, his eyes filled with admiration.

Not only did he admire Link for his sharp eyes, noticing Rosniel's weakness in just one and a half rounds, but he also marveled at his decisive and ruthless approach, making it hard to believe he was a newcomer.

"What do you think?"

Sawon looked at Aragon.

Aragon nodded, "He's a great opponent, worthy of battling me."

Sawon laughed heartily, relievedly saying, "I know you're very strong, but don't underestimate him. Link's skills, strength, speed are all very impressive, especially his stamina. Last match he threw over 700 punches, extremely fierce."

Aragon nodded again.

On the boxing ring, Rosniel stood up once again, choosing to continue the match.

Link looked at him and smiled. Rosniel was also an impressive boxer, strong, physically robust, and tenacious. If it weren't for an old injury in his rib area, it would have been very difficult for Link to knock him down. Explore new worlds at empire

"You're quite good, a real fighter."

Before the fourth round began, Link said to him.

Rosniel, with his thick lips, grinned, "You're also formidable. I could have matched you before my injury, but not now. However, I'll persist and will not let you knock me out."

"Keep it up!"

Link tapped gloves with him and continued the match.

Since his opponent was determined to keep going, becoming a stumbling block to achieving his own goals, Link naturally would not be merciful. His fists continuously struck at Rosniel's ribs, employing his best technique, the jab, with rapid speed and tricky angles.

Rosniel avoided the blows nonstop and defended with his arms.

Though his speed was extremely fast and he was highly agile, performing well defensively, Link's speed was even faster. His attacks were relentless and airtight, giving Rosniel no chances to rest or regroup.

Bam!

Link seized another opportunity, a straight punch landed on Rosniel's forehead, causing him to stagger back into the ropes.

Rosniel fell for the third time.

The referee counted to six.

Rosniel then stood up, clutching his ribs, indicating he could continue the match.

But Sawon and his doctor advised him to give up. Link had already found his weak spot, and continuing would only put him at a further disadvantage, potentially aggravating his injuries and possibly ending his boxing career prematurely. Moreover, he had already been knocked down three times, and one more would lead the referee to declare him the loser. Persisting there was no chance of winning.

After considering, Rosniel chose to heed their advice.

"Link Baker, you've won."

Rosniel shouted as he returned to the ring.

His opponent gave up the match, classified as a TKO, but also a KO.

Link also breathed a sigh of relief. Rosniel was tough and defended well. Continuing the match would have been physically draining, and he still had another match tomorrow; he needed to conserve his energy.

"How's your rib?"

Link asked.

"It's okay, an old issue, but thanks to you. There were several times when you could have hit my ribs, but you chose my head instead, preventing further injury."

Rosniel grinned as he spoke.

Link smiled faintly and wasn't planning to accept his thanks. His feint at the ribs and real strike to the head was a strategy of misdirection, and attacking the head was more likely to knock out his opponent, not out of compassion.

"But you should also be careful. Aragon is not an easy guy to deal with, and you better be prepared to accept defeat," Rosniel said.

"Defeat?"

Link shook his head.

Rosniel was already tough enough, and Aragon, even more formidable and without flaws, would undoubtedly be harder to handle. Link understood this, but he still believed he could defeat Aragon and become the champion of the Americas Zone.

"Haha, you're as proud as Aragon. I really look forward to your match," Rosniel said as they tapped gloves. He then walked down from the ring, holding his rib.

"I declare the winner of this match, Link Baker!"

Atop the boxing ring, Link raised his fist high.

This victory seemed easier than the last, but it actually wasn't.

The previous match relied on strength, speed, and perseverance.

This one relied on rich match experience and judgment; without past experience, winning this match would have been very difficult.