Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 841 - 607: First Round of the Tournament2

Pfft!

Despite the protection of a sponge headgear, 7-011 staggered after being hit, stumbling back against the ropes.

Link quickly followed up with a set of combination punches, left jab right jab to disrupt the opponent's defense, left straight punch right straight punch left straight punch right straight punch, repeatedly striking the opponent's abdon and face, directly knocking them down to a squat.

"Stop! Don't hit anymore!"

The referee hurried over to pull him away.

Link withdrew his fists and stepped back two paces.

After the test, his boxing strength was quite good, better than during the Golden Gloves Tournant, with the explosive power of his right punch between about 500 to 600 pounds, and his left punch between about 300 to 400 pounds.

For amateur competitions, this punch weight is quite decent.

It's just that he had previously trained in shot put for four years, so his right hand's explosive power far exceeds that of the left, leading to unequal strength in both hands, which is also a problem that needs to be addressed.

Ding ding!

The first round ended, one minute rest, Link moved his legs a bit, walked to the center of the boxing ring, ready to continue the match.

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing? Hitting soone that hard."

7-011 grimaced and asked.

"I practiced shot put."

"Fuck that, if you practiced shot put then stick with shot put, why the hell are you boxing?"

7-011 cursed out loud.

"I like boxing."

"Don't you feel smug, I just let my guard down and didn't dodge, I'll surely turn defeat into victory this round, and beat you till you're searching for your teeth on the ground."

7-011 said fiercely.

The referee announced the start.

Link fist-bumped his opponent, not waiting for the other to strike first, quickly punching towards his opponent's abdon.

7-011 knew how formidable he was, and not wanting to clash head-on, quickly retreated backwards.

Link pressed on fiercely, cornering the opponent against the ropes, using the ropes to press and hit the opponent.

Link threw punches with both hands, like shooting both ways with a bow, fists continuously pumling the opponent's body and face.

Against his intense onslaught, 7-011 had no strength to fight back, once again getting knocked down to the ground.

"Stop!"

The referee stepped in front of Link.

Link took a step back, looking at his gloves-covered fists, there were still so problems with the coordination between his left and right hands.

Because of training in throwing, the way his body and arms exert force is the chanism of shot put, not boxing's power generation thod; the punching felt sowhat awkward, he still needed more practice.

Furthermore, in terms of stamina, it was still pretty good; breaking out in a sweat, but not yet exhausted.

"This match, the winner is 7-012!"

The opponent 7-011 gave up the contest, and the referee announced Link's victory.

"Mr. Chen, this 012 has quite so strength, is he your student?"

Downstairs, Coach Zhao Liwei turned to the Mr. Chen beside him and asked, Mr. Chen, nad Chen Zutao, was one of the boxing team's coaches at the school.

Mr. Chen stared at Link's face for a mont before shaking his head, "He's not from our boxing team." He looked back at the students of the Boxing Association, "Who is this 7-012, does anyone know him?"

The students from the Boxing Association didn't know and went to check with the students in charge of registration, quickly bringing back Link's information for the two coaches to review.

"Link?"

"I seem to have a faint impression."

Mr. Chen slapped his forehead and said, "This Link originally was a student from the Sports Academy, practiced shot put, last year at the school sports et he threw 16.42 ters, almost breaking the school record for that event. Later I heard he trained too hard, suffered muscle strain in his back, severe damage to his right shoulder joint, and could no longer participate in normal training. Afterward I heard that he transferred to the Departnt of Education to study, I didn't expect him to have so talent in boxing too."

"A shot put athlete? That's indeed quite unexpected, he looks like an experienced old boxer, very steady in competition, and has great control over attack and defense, his combination punches are also very strong, feels more skilled than so of the main mbers of the National Team, and this guy is just 18 years old?"

Zhao Liwei said.

Mr. Chen saw Link easily defeat the main force of the school boxing team, Zhang Wenlong, without a chance for Zhang to fight back, Chen felt Link did have so strength but didn't believe he could be better than the main mbers of the National Team.

"Coach Zhao, do you want to et him?"

Mr. Chen asked.

Zhao Liwei glanced at Link descending from the ring, hesitated and said not to rush, he wanted to see another match of Link's first.

Mr. Chen nodded his head, asking students to arrange another match for Link, preferably a tough opponent.

The students said that in the 64kg-69kg rank of the school boxing team, the best was Liu Wei, Liu Wei had participated in the last National Boxing Championship, winning 6th place nationwide, and as a seeded player of the rank, had hopes of representing Kyoto City in the National Boxing Championship.

Mr. Chen frowned, feeling it was a waste to have Liu Wei fight with Link.

However, Coach Zhao Liwei felt Liu Wei was a suitable candidate.

Mr. Chen could only go along with the guest's wishes, and called for Liu Wei to co over to try out Link's level.

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"Link, wait a mont, there's another match later."

"Got it."

In the gymnasium's spectator resting area, Link took off his boxing gloves, leaning back in his seat and drinking water while casually watching the competition on stage.

From below 48kg to above 90kg, all competitors were divided into 10 ranks; Link was in the seventh rank, the first digit of his number being '7'.

His team was made up of 12 people, the most being from the light heavyweight group, with 32 people, other ranks mostly having around ten to twenty people.

These people were divided into four boxing rings for competition, eliminating a good half in the first round of matchups; so were injured, so gave up the match feeling they weren't up to par.

By the second round, there were fewer than 10 people left in each rank, facing off again, and in the end, only one or two would remain to participate in the city selection match, with the successful ones moving on to the national qualifiers.