Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Chapter 058 KO Rock

On the boxing ring, after a relentless attack, Pitts began to slow down due to noticeable fatigue and switched to defensive counterattacking.

Link glanced at the timer on the side of the ring. With less than 30 seconds left until the end of the third round, he couldn't wait any longer.

If the match had ten rounds, he could have enticed Pitts to attack for four or five rounds to exhaust him to the maximum before launching an attack while his opponent was weak. That would have been the best strategy.

But this was an amateur match with only four rounds, and time waits for no one.

Seeing Pitts sweating profusely, Link clenched his fists, deciding to counterattack.

His fists continuously hammered against Pitts' defensive arms, similar to the first round,

The difference was that, after a round and a half of fierce attacks, Pitts was significantly exhausted, and his arms were no longer as agile in blocking defenses as they had been in the first round.

Even in the first round, under Pitts' tight defense, Link still managed to hit his ribs twice. How could he not hit them now?

Thud!

Link landed a right straight punch on Pitts' right ribs, a blow of at least 1000 pounds; Pitts grunted, his arms sinking to protect his abdomen.

Great opportunity!

Seizing the moment, Link delivered a right upper hook punch harshly on Pitts' jawbone. Pitts grunted, stumbled backward, hit the post, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Wow!

The audience gasped in surprise.

Link pressed on, pinning Pitts' arms with his left, and utilizing his height and arm length advantage, he repeatedly smashed three heavy punches onto Pitts' forehead and cheeks, as if forging iron.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Pitts, cornered and unable to move, adopted a hugging strategy, holding Link's arms and sneakily punching his ribs.

"Break!"

The referee rushed in to separate the two.

The match resumed, and Link threw only one punch before the sound of the bell marking the end of the third round.

"Link, there's only one round left. Knocking out Pitts isn't realistic. Focus on scoring this round,"

Coach Ed advised.

Link nodded and poured a whole bottle of water over himself with his boxing gloves, then had Morales wipe him down with a towel.

Opposite corner.

Calvin Peters' coach was also laying out strategies.

"Calvin, Link's plan to enter the Olympics with all KOs has been disrupted by you, great job. The scores are roughly equal between you and Link over the first three rounds. In this last round, focus on defense first, then find opportunities to counterattack Link and try to score a few points to secure the win. Go, Peters!"

Pitts' coach said.

Pitts nodded and spat out some bloody saliva.

The fourth round began.

With only 120 seconds left in the match, Link could throw a maximum of 120 punches. How could he knock out Pitts with 120 punches?

Link's strategy was to surprise his opponent.

As soon as the match restarted, his fists desperately bombarded Pitts' arms, ten punches, ten heavy punches breaking through Pitts' defense once more, aiming for Pitts' jawbone with a fierce right swing punch.

Crack!

A sound of breaking came from Pitts' mouth. When he lifted his head, the jaw was slightly skewed to the left, and fresh blood flowed from his mouth.

"Fuck!"

Pitts cursed angrily.

Link spared him a glance, with no time to concern himself with the opponent's injuries, he raised his fists and continued his fierce attack on Pitts' face, focusing particularly on the jawbone.

Pitts lowered his head, shielding his injured jaw with his arms.

Seizing the opportunity, Link, taking advantage of his height and arm length, swung his fists, pounding punch after punch on top of Pitts' head. With this kind of punching power, not a single opponent in the Golden Gloves championships could withstand it, not even Morales.

But Pitts resisted.

Link, noting Pitts' bleeding jaw, admired his resilience and therefore hit even harder.

He swung his fists towards Pitts, who tightly guarded his head with his arms and continuously retreated, never giving him a chance to strike the face or jawbone. At this rate, even a hundred more punches would not bring him down entirely.

Link raised his eyebrows, suddenly punched into thin air, staggered, and his back hit the ropes.

The spectators gasped in surprise.

Pitts, thrilled, roared and swung his fists toward Link's head.

Link's eyes brightened, tilted his head, dodging Pitts' punch. Pitts's strengths were his physique and willpower, but his weaknesses were speed and responsiveness.

"Watch out!"

Someone from below the boxing ring yelled loudly.

Pitts had no time to react; all he heard was the whooshing sound approaching.

Bang!

Link's rear hook punch, late yet swift, smashed solidly and fiercely onto Pitts's jawbone.

Ah!

Pitts cried out in pain, his jawbone sharply skewed to the left, and as it did, his mouth involuntarily opened, ejecting a bloody mouthguard.

Pitts staggered a few steps, and just as he was about to fall, he grabbed onto the ropes and knelt on the boxing ring.

A gasp rose from the crowd; 'The Rock' Pitts was known for never having been knocked down before, but this time he was brought to his knees on the ring by Link.

"Stop!"

The referee halted the match, and two doctors ascended the ring to check on Pitts's jaw injury, stating his jawbone was dislocated and there were severe lacerations inside his mouth and at the corners. They recommended the match be stopped immediately.

Pitts chose to continue.

There were still 52 seconds left in the match.

Link swung his fists at Pitts's head, and Pitts covered his jaw, retreating constantly. But his speed was far slower than Link's. Link caught up, using a feint to strike at his opponent's ribs, causing Pitts's body to sink due to the impact.

Link seized the opportunity, delivering a tricky jab that broke through the defense, landing precisely on Pitts's torn jawbone.

"Ah!!"

Pitts cried out in pain, covering his chin as he backed into a corner.

"Break!"

The referee, grabbing his arm, shouted.

Link raised both fists, taking three steps back.

There were still 32 seconds left.

The doctor examined Pitts's jawbone again, stating it was severely displaced and the inner lining of the mouth was badly torn, recommending an immediate stop to the match.

Spitting blood, Pitts glared angrily at Link, mumbling through his mouth that he wanted to continue the match and would not let anyone score a KO on him.

Link nodded at his opponent, not planning to give up on knocking him out.

As the match resumed, he took advantage of Pitts being dazed by the blows to break his defense with a swing punch, followed by an extremely cunning right jab, breaking past Pitts's arms and striking his jawbone again.

Crack!

Pitts cried out in pain, his arms covering his chin as he stepped back, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Unblinking at the bloody spectacle, Link continued.

With 12 seconds left, as the time was nearly up, he followed up closely, a left straight punch breaking the defense, and a right swing punch swinging up fiercely.

"Stop!!!"

"We give up!"

Below the ring, Pitts's coach shouted out, throwing a white towel up onto the ring.

"Stop!"

The referee, holding Link back with both hands, shouted loudly, telling him he had already won and to stop fighting.

Link lowered his fists, slowly exhaled, and flashed a gentle smile at those beneath the ring.

"Yeah!"

"Link won!"

Members of the United States boxing team cheered loudly.

Link's body swayed as he leaned against the ropes, gasping for air, his arm muscles visibly trembling.

This match had been incredibly tough, with the opponent exhibiting remarkable resilience in body and spirit. If it hadn't been for the damage inflicted on Pitts's jaw and the subsequent worsening of his injuries, achieving a KO would have been nearly impossible.

But he had still won, and a TKO is also a KO.

Wiping sweat off with his arm, Link raised his fist to the crowd.

"He actually won? And scored a KO?"

Rosniel looked at Sawn and Aragon, shocked.

"He's stronger than any of us thought, Aragon, you need to be careful," Sawn said, holding a camera in admiration.

Aragon looked at Link in the ring, clenched his fists, a look of combat readiness on his face.