Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 551 - 424: Negotiating the Competition

Bang, bang, bang!

"Morales, speed up the offense! Imagine the person across is Link, you need to be faster, even faster, to knock him down hard,"

"Jeremiah, watch your defense! You are a heavyweight boxer, I don't want to see you pushed back by a super middleweight,"

When Link arrived at the training arena, Morales was sparring on the boxing ring with a black boxer nad Jeremiah Johnson, Morales was on the offensive while his opponent was defensive, and the bout was lively and vibrant.

Hoyle was pointing things out nearby, his voice sowhat noisy.

Link let Christine roam freely in the training arena, then changed into his sports gear and started his daily routine training.

Christine sat on the sofa in the resting area with her legs crossed, taking a lollipop from her pocket and putting it in her mouth.

Watching Link first train with the jump rope for half an hour, he then practiced lifting weights at the barbell rack, the 160 pounds in his hands seed weightless, completing 50 reps in less than three minutes.

His muscles also gradually beca firm and taut during the exercise, with clear lines between muscle groups, bulging pectorals, an eight-pack of abs, strong biceps, flexible scapular muscles, each muscle exuding a wild beauty.

After training for a long ti, fine beads of perspiration also erged from his pores, his bronze skin beca glossy and smooth, like steel soaked in oil, extrely hard, seeming as if hitting it with a hand might give off a 'ding ding' sound.

Christine pressed her red lips together and also went over to the equipnt training area, picking up a pair of small dumbbells to do bicep curls.

After training for a while, her long hair stuck moistly to her cheeks, her white T-shirt soaked with sweat, clinging to her chest and back, revealing the outline of her black bra.

And her two fair thighs in hotpants, because of excessive activity, her rounded calves were trembling slightly.

Link reminded her to warm up first before training to prevent muscle strain, Christine ignored him, moving from one piece of training equipnt to another, touching every piece of equipnt she could find.

De La Hoya stood on the boxing ring, looking at the two in the training area and remarked, "Is he here to train or to pick up girls? The dia used to criticize as a womanizer, calling a friend of won, but compared to real scumbags like Link, I seem as innocent as many high schoolers,"

"It's different, Link sses around but never loses, you ss around and you lose matches, your legs go weak, there's no comparison between you two,"

breathed Morales.

"Shut up! Focus on your boxing! Jeremiah, now it's your turn to attack, he defends, if you see him slacking, pound him hard, absolutely don't go easy on him,"

De La Hoya shouted with a dark expression.

The black boxer Jeremiah Johnson swung his fists as big as sandbags toward Morales.

Luckily, Morales was originally 'iron-skinned', after accompanying Link in training for two years, his body had beco even tougher, fists under 800 pounds barely had an effect unless they hit his head.

Bang, bang, bang!

Seeing Morales busy dealing with Jeremiah, Hoyle continued, "Don't think Link is that great, he is only 22 wins in 22 fights, while I had once held a record of 31 wins in 31 fights, give him another couple of years, and he'll definitely lose, it's a situation all boxers encounter,"

"Not necessarily, your 31 wins in 31 fights, because you could only maintain 31 unbeaten fights, Link's 22 wins in 22 fights, because he has only participated in 22 fights, there's a big difference,"

retorted Morales as he stepped back a few paces.

"Jeremiah, speed up the offense, hit his face,"

De La Hoya shouted.

The black boxer roared, repeatedly attacking Morales with his fists.

Hoyle humd lightly and turned to look at the training area.

"When Link brought Emma Roberts before, and now it's Christine Stewart, I heard Jennifer Lawrence, Alexandra Daddario, and Emma Watson are also his girlfriends, this bastard's quality of picking up won is way too high, at least ten tis higher than mine,"

"Probably far more, at least ten thousand tis,"

Hoyle's face fell, just as he was about to rebuke, he turned around and saw Franco Duvall was the speaker.

Franco was wearing a beach shirt, casual pants, his hair neatly combed, his face looking rounder than the last ti he competed in Las Vegas.

"Link is indeed amazing at picking up won, I can't match him, but I'm still stronger than soone who has to report to his wife even when staying out overnight,"

Hoyle snorted coldly.

Franco imdiately restrained the smile on his face, his mouth twitched slightly, "at least I've never had my hair pulled out by my wife."

Hoyle's face turned instantly dark. Back in the day, when he was keeping a mistress on the side, his pregnant wife caught him red-handed, and during the argunt, she pulled out a few of his hairs.

Sohow, paparazzi captured this and published it in the newspapers, creating a sensation at the ti.

It had been seven or eight years since, and he thought everyone had forgotten, but Franco, the bastard, dared to bring it up to his face.

"Hoyle, I apologize, I shouldn't have said that, I take back what I said,"

Franco said with a face full of regret.

Hoyle clenched his back teeth, wanting to retort, but lacking the dirt on Franco to do so, holding it in was extrely uncomfortable.

"What brings you here? Oh, I heard this season's Golden Gloves boxing championship, you signed two promising newcors, are any of them a match for Link?"

"No, Link is a boxing prodigy that cos once in a century, to encounter such a boxer once in a lifeti is lucky enough, let alone repeatedly,"