Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Bang bang bang!

The boxing match on the stage had begun. After touching gloves with Link, Clinton Woods immediately retreated a step, raised both hands to guard his head, and stared intently at Link, readying himself in a defensive posture.

Seeing his opponent on the defense, Link no longer hesitated. He raised his fists and advanced toward his opponent, constantly using feints to confuse him.

As his opponent retreated, a swift jab struck his shoulder, disrupting his rhythm. Then Link followed up with a flurry of combination punches: left straight punch + right jab + left jab + right straight punch.

Bang bang bang!

His fists landed on his opponent's body without pause.

Since Clinton Woods was focusing his arm defense on his head, Link's punches landed heavily on his chest and ribs. Although these strikes might not result in a KO, they could dismantle the opponent's defensive system.

"Come on Clinton! Take out Link!"

Hopkins stood up, pumping his fist and shouting.

Light heavyweight boxers like Chad Dawson and Nathan were also clenching their fists, silently rooting for Clinton Woods, hoping he could create a miracle, beat Link, or at least leave him injured.

"Go Link!"

"Smash his head, KO him!"

The fans in the stands also cheered loudly.

Thud thud thud!

Clinton Woods, who had once won the IBF world championship and even beaten veteran boxer Green Johnson, was indeed skilled at defense.

He defended expertly, often sneaking in counterattacks rather than just guarding passively.

Clinton's fighting style was quite good, and his technique was even more exquisite than that of super middleweights like Carl Froch and Mikkel Kessler, and not far off from Andre Ward's.

Unfortunately for him, he was up against Link, whose boxing speed far exceeded that of several light heavyweight champions, and was not inferior to those in the lightweight class. The weight of his punches was on par with heavyweight champions.

When combined, his jabs often caught his opponents unexpectedly on their soft spots.

His punches were fast and fierce, and the angles difficult, causing Clinton Woods to frequently misjudge his defense, giving rise to more and more open vulnerabilities.

Thud thud thud!

Striking high and low with relentless force.

Link threw over sixty punches in one minute, nearly turning Clinton's defense into a sieve.

Seeing that his opponent had nothing substantial left to counter with, Link seized the moment. His fist, fast as a drill bit, pierced through the opponent's guard, striking Clinton Woods' side of the face directly.

Thud! Clinton Woods staggered, retreating two steps and crashing into the ropes before rebounding onto the canvas.

"Wow!"

The crowd let out another gasp, many standing up to watch.

This knockdown had a significant impact on Clinton Woods. Barely getting up, he was in even worse condition. Each time he was too slow to defend, he frantically adopted the clinch strategy, propping up his arms with his shoulders and even using his forehead to butt his opponent's ear.

Attempting to drag out the fight.

This tactic was not bad; if he could just make it to the end of the first round and get a one-minute break, there was a chance he could regroup and continue the battle.

But Link did not want to give him that chance. He launched a flurry of punches, and with 12 seconds left in the round, he landed another blow on his opponent's lower jaw.

Crack!

This punch was vicious. After catching a blow to the chin, Clinton Woods' jaw shifted out of place, his mouthguard flew out with the spray of saliva, and his body involuntarily skewed and stumbled to the right, crashing heavily to the floor.

The astonishment rose again from the stands, with ringside reporters aiming their cameras closely at the action, capturing the moment Link threw his punches and the close-up of Clinton being sent flying.

Some reporters even got splashed on their camera lenses from the flying saliva because they were too close.

After the punch, Clinton couldn't get up immediately. He grabbed at the ropes, struggling for a few seconds before resigning himself to lying on the boxing ring.

The referee counted down from ten, but Clinton was still unable to stand.

Subsequently, the referee stood in the middle of the ring, lifted Link's arm high, and declared him the winner of the match.

The IBF organization officially announced that he had earned the mandatory qualification to challenge for the IBF light heavyweight championship.

This qualification was compulsory; unless Chad Dawson gave up the IBF championship golden belt, a showdown with him was inevitable.

"That bastard is too brutal, Clinton couldn't even last one round against him," said WBO champion Nathan Cleverly, feeling helpless.

"Link has got some moves, but beating me won't be so easy!" bellowed the current IBF champion Chad Dawson, clenching his fists.

"That bastard's technique is flawless; fighting him, we have to risk it all," Hopkins said forcefully, gripping his fist, his dark arms bulging fiercely as he glared at Link on the stage, his face looking ferocious.

Hoyle nodded in satisfaction at his expression, feeling the match was worth attending.

Hopkins, a veteran of the boxing world, once held the middleweight belts of all four major organizations. In middleweight, super middleweight, and light heavyweight bouts, he had defeated many famous boxers, including Hoyle himself, Trinidad, Jean Pascal, and the younger Roy Jones, earning the nickname "Executioner."

If he was willing to go all out, it wouldn't be easy for Link to win.