Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

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Seeing Andrei Rer push back Link, they felt thrilled, eagerly anticipating Andrei defeating Link in the upcoming match and snatching away his WBA world champion title. If he truly could, that would be amazing.

"Link, fight on!"

"King Link!"

"Link, you're the best."

As the haters loudly cheered for Andrei Rer, Link's fans and followers also started shouting out, outnumbering the former. In the audience of 26,000, more than half were there for him.

So when his boxing fans shouted together, their enormous voices easily drowned out the haters' cheers.

"Tch! Is this all the world champion's got?"

In the ring, Andrei Rer disdainfully said.

Link glanced at him, not wasting words, and moved swiftly, closing in on his opponent and swinging his fists towards Andrei's head.

Andrei was three centimeters shorter than Link, but his muscles were bulkier by a whole size, his deltoids looking larger than his head, and the muscles in his arms were incredibly solid.
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As Link threw punches, Andrei immediately raised his fists to guard his head.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

One punch, two punches, three punches—Link continuously hammered away, his fists striking Andrei's arm defense.

Normally he could have mixed it up with head-body, head-body tactics, striking high then low, then high again, but he didn't. He directed all his attacks towards Andrei's head with a barrage of assaults, set on breaking through Andrei's arm defense to hit his head.

Andrei got a scare from Link's massive punches, feeling as if someone was hammering his arms with a wooden mallet, ferociously and fiercely.

This made him almost want to lower his arms, but he couldn't.

Once lowered, his head would be hit.

So he kept fighting and retreating, trying to widen the distance between him and Link to keep from being taken down.

But to his surprise, Link's speed was far too quick, his footwork remarkably agile, and the coordination between his fists and footwork was extremely close. No matter how Andrei retreated, Link could quickly catch up and continue to hammer away at his arm defense.

"Link, keep it up!"

"Link, hit hard! Take him down!"

"Link, that's the way!"

The live audience watched Link flail away with his fists, pounding Andrei continuously without letting him run away. He would quickly stick to Andrei and carry on the ferocious attack on his arm defense, punch after punch, not giving his opponent a chance to breathe.

The spectators could hardly catch their breath either, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

Many stood up, imitating Link by punching the air and roaring loudly.

"Andrei, hold on!"

"Andrei, counterattack!"

Both live and at home, Andrei's supporters were shouting anxiously.

Under Link's aggressive onslaught, Andrei was left breathless with no place to dodge. He could only retreat to the edge of the ring, pressing his back against the ropes and about to deploy a hugging strategy.

But Link didn't give him the chance, a right punch hitting Andrei's left arm, sending him staggering and causing a huge opening in his arm defense. Following that, Link's swing punch swept from the left, and with a loud bang, it twisted Andrei's right arm, the punch landing squarely on his forehead.

Andrei staggered.

Link followed with a swift jab, striking Andrei's left cheek.

Bang!

Andrei's head jerked backwards sharply, a ripple effect appearing around his left cheekbone, his facial sweat, and the tears in his left eye, spraying like water on a drum surface.

Pff!

Andrei stumbled backward and sat down on the mat, then toppled over onto the ring floor.

"Wow!"

The tens of thousands of spectators gasped, only fifty seconds into the match, Link had launched more than eighty attacks in a row, each punch landing on his opponent and giving him no opportunity to strike back.

During this process, Link's offense never stopped. The crowd watched the ring with bated breath, not daring to blink, and were very cautious about breathing.

Until just now, when his opponent had been knocked down by his two punches.

Throughout, Link showcased incredibly fast boxing speed, agile footwork, and exceedingly skilled techniques—every punch had an impact, and there was not a single second that could be neglected.

Just like a good movie, with no dull moments.

It was so thrilling.

Loud applause erupted in the venue.

Thousands more stood up, shouting out loud.

"Link! The King!"

"Link! The King!"

"Andrei, come on!"

"Andrei, get up!"

In the ring, Link looked emotionlessly at Andrei Rer who was slowly getting up off the floor, as the referee approached and asked if he could continue the fight.

Andrei glared furiously at Link, spitting out that he could.

"Boxing!"

The referee announced the continuation of the match.

With a roar, Andrei swung his fists and took the initiative to launch a counterattack on Link, but as a power type boxer, his attack speed was slower than Link's.

Link focused on his opponent's fists, moving his feet nimbly, occasionally ducking, swaying his head, and dropping his body, each time narrowly avoiding Andrei's punches by mere millimeters.

As he dodged Andrei's punches, the crowd exclaimed non-stop, turning into a chorus of gasps.

After throwing more than twenty consecutive punches and barely grazing Link's skin a few times, not a single one of Andrei's attacks reached him. Andrei was on the brink of rage, roaring as he charged to grab and grapple Link at close quarters.

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