Chapter 444 Iron-blooded Fighting Style

Bang!

After the match started, Link ignored Beirut's straight punch, clenched his fist and rushed forward at a faster speed, with the tip of his fist hitting Beirut's left ribs firmly.

Although the sponge in the boxing gloves can play a partial buffering role, the shock wave generated by the huge weight of the fist directly hit Beirut and staggered. A muffled groan came from his mouth, and the attacking movement of his hand also deformed. The fist passed through Link's left shoulder and almost half leaned on Link's shoulder.

Link did not give the opponent a chance to react after a successful hit. Then he threw a swift right uppercut from bottom to top, passing through Beirut's armrest and hitting his jaw.

Beirut was hit so hard that his body rushed upwards and his chin made a bang. Although the braces could protect his teeth and tongue, the violent impact made his lower jaw hit his upper jaw hard, and the cervical vertebrae bent backwards, making a crisp sound.

Beirut couldn't help but see stars, and there was a smell of blood in his mouth.

The distance was too close, so he instinctively stepped back, trying to avoid Link's attack.

But at this time, Link suddenly increased the frequency of his attacks, punching him in the face, left ribs, and right abdomen one after another.

He threw more than ten punches in a row, like a storm, and the attack was impenetrable.

Beirut, who was attacked in succession, felt very uncomfortable.

The symptoms of toothache and dizziness in the last second had not disappeared, and then he had liver pain, stomach pain, nose pain, and head pain, and was hit in succession, and was even dizzy.

He had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

At this moment, Beirut felt like he was taking a bath in the river when he was a child, and was accidentally caught in a whirlpool. No matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of the constraints of the water flow.

A strong sense of suffocation closed his mouth and nose, making him unable to breathe, and his mind was blank.

"Wow! Too fast!"

"Link is going to win."

"Come on, Beirut! Protect the Fairy Sister!"

In the audience, everyone saw Link punching out with both fists, one after another, hitting Beirut's head and body like a hammer.

Beirut's body kept retreating backwards, and his chin and mouth were bleeding, and his appearance became more and more miserable.

Seeing Link fight like this, the audience widened their eyes and stared at the game on the stage nervously.

Following Link's movements, they couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations, like a group of puppets restrained by the game.

"Fight, fight, fight! That's it, Link is too fast."

Under the stage, Zou Shiming was so excited that he subconsciously stood up and waved his fists with Link, punching the air one by one.

TVB's camera also captured him and prepared to play it as a behind-the-scenes feature.

Xiong Chaozhong, who was standing next to him, stared at the match on the stage, clenched his fists tightly, flexed his arm muscles, and his expression became ferocious, as if he had entered into Link's role and followed Link's strength.

"Break!"

The referee saw Beirut being pressed against the ropes by Link, his body was soft and he had no power to fight back.

In order to prevent any accidents, he stepped out in time to intervene and stopped Link's attack.

Link retracted his fist, took a step back, and shook off the sweat and blood on his gloves.

Beirut's body softened, leaned against the ropes, and slipped onto the ring.

The referee squatted down to check Beirut's condition, but he didn't have time to ask anything.

Ding ding ding!

The bell for the end of the first round rang, and Beirut's coaching team immediately carried him back to the corner of the ring to help him treat his wounds.

At this time, the audience in the audience and in front of the TV breathed a sigh of relief.

With his eyes free again, he looked back and forth at Beirut who was receiving treatment, and Link who was resting on a stool.

Everyone's mouths were free again, and they followed the people around them to discuss the outcome of this match.

"Eddie, look at Beirut's appearance, do you still think your fighting style is useful?"

Hoya looked at Eddie Hearn who stood up in front of him, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Eddie Hearn frowned, his expression solemn.

When I watched Link's boxing matches before, I found that his fighting style was very gentle. He would at most knock his opponent unconscious every time, and there were no bloody scenes. The probability of getting injured in a match with him was very small.

Originally, everyone thought that Link was a flower raised in a greenhouse and could not adapt to too cruel scenes.

But I didn't expect that once Link became fierce, he would become very scary. One punch after another, he could beat his opponent to death. He didn't look like a guy who was easy to mess with.

"Eddie, Link used to play mildly, but that was because he had not met a strong opponent and he did not try his best. If you really think you can take advantage of his good temper, then you underestimate Link."

Franco stood up and clapped his hands to cheer Link.

Eddie Hearn frowned and stared at Link. He had to say that he had indeed misjudged him.

I had talked to Link several times before and found that he was a humorous person. He often had a sunny and cheerful smile on his face, and his tone of voice was also very easy-going. He never put on airs. Everyone thought he was kind and weak.

But I didn't expect that after being provoked, he would show such a cold and iron-blooded side.

"Link is really scary like this, but when he gets angry, the rhythm of the game is also disrupted, and the offense is not as strict and orderly as before. I still think this style of play is the best way to deal with Link. If Beirut is taller and has a stronger ability to withstand blows, Link's style of play may not be able to knock him down."

Eddie Hearn said.

De La Hoya thought for a while and had to admit that Eddie Hearn had some truth in what he said.

If Holyfield and Tyson were younger and used illegal tactics against Link, it would not be easy for Link to defeat them.

In addition, Link is 186 cm tall, which is not bad for the light heavyweight class.

Going to the heavyweight class where the height is generally over 190 cm, without the advantage of height and arm length, it would be more difficult to win the game.

Perhaps we can learn from the tactics of the competition room promotion company and use this brutal fighting style to deal with Link.

On the one hand, this can disrupt Link's game rhythm and prevent him from being led by him in the game.

On the other hand, using this fighting style will undoubtedly be more entertaining, more topical, and PPV income will also increase.

De La Hoya nodded secretly and decided to find someone to study it when he returned.

"What are you two thinking? You don't think you can beat Link like this, right?"

Franco frowned and looked at the two of them. The three of them were in their thirties and forties, compared to Luduwa, Don King, Bob Arum and others.

He belongs to the younger generation in the field of boxing promotion, and he speaks more casually, unlike those old guys who dig three traps in one sentence and have more tricks than fishing nets.

"Can it work? Just try it and you will know."

Eddie Hearn laughed.

De La Hoya is also ready to try it. As for whether this kind of fight will hurt the boxer? There is no need to worry about this matter.

Boxing has been a very dangerous sport since its birth. In order to protect the safety of boxers' lives, they need to wear protective gear in the amateur stage.

In the professional boxing world, injuries and deaths are the most common thing.

Originally, boxing matches were 15 rounds. In the 1982 WBA lightweight boxing champion defense, American boxing champion Ray Himani VS challenger Korean boxing champion Kim Deok-gu.

Kim Deok-gu was not strong enough and gritted his teeth to persist until the 14th round. He was later beaten to death in the game. Afterwards, his mother committed suicide due to excessive grief. The referee on the ring also committed suicide due to self-blame. Ray Himani retired early due to self-blame.

This match took three lives, and also forced the four major organizations to re-establish the rules of the game, shortening it from the original 15 rounds to 12 rounds, and shortening it to less than 10 rounds when rookie professional boxers compete in qualifying matches.

In addition, in boxing matches, referees have greater authority, and they can stop the game in time as long as they feel that the strength of the two sides is very different.

Although the rules of boxing matches are more humane, injuries in the game are inevitable. Almost every professional match will have people bleeding, and almost every boxing champion's gold belt is exchanged for injuries.

This is also the charm of professional boxing compared to amateur boxing.

In the current boxing world, the least injured are Link and Mayweather.

Mayweather is called "Pretty Boy" because his face is clean and without wounds after each match.

And Link is called "unbleached golden body" and "Superman Link" because of his rigorous defense and rarely injured all over his body.

But if all the boxers in the boxing world are ready to be ruthless when competing with him, it will be difficult for him to keep his reputation of unbleached golden body in the future.

"Wow, it turns out that watching a boxing match live is so exciting."

Under the boxing ring, seeing Link and Beirut go down to rest, Pan Weibo also became active, wiped his forehead, and unconsciously sweated with the rhythm of the match.

"It's really different from what I saw on TV. Sweat, blood, body collisions, it's so exciting."

Lin Junjie took a breath and slowly relaxed his muscles.

Just now when he saw Link beating Beirut, he was infected by the atmosphere of the scene, and his muscles all over his body subconsciously tensed up. Now he suddenly relaxed, and his arm muscles were a little sore, as if he had just experienced a strenuous exercise.

"Jie Lun, how do you feel?"

Pan Weibo shouted to Zhou Jierui across a few seats.

Zhou Jierui still drooped his mouth, looking cocky, hugged his arms and nodded, "Not bad!"

"Link is so cool, so handsome and so strong, Link, I love you."

Zhou Jierui was about to talk to Pan Weibo when he suddenly heard an excited shouting from his side.

His face fell, and he couldn't help but look at his 18-year-old girlfriend Kun Ling. He found that his girlfriend was like a little fan at this time, with red cheeks, staring closely at Link on the boxing ring, and kept saying things like Link is great, Link is awesome, Link I love you.

Zhou Jierui curled his lips, "Brother is also awesome, brother played basketball with Kobe."

"Yes, you are awesome, Link is also awesome."

Kun Ling stared at Link and said without turning back.

Zhou Jierui was a little unhappy. How could his girlfriend praise another man in person? If he had known earlier, he would have given the ticket to Wen San and not brought Kun Ling to watch the game.

In the seating area opposite Jerry, the fairy sister Chris Liu was also there.

She wore a baseball cap, an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, revealing only half of her delicate cheeks. At this time, her hands were clenched into fists and placed on her chest, and her beautiful phoenix eyes looked at the corner of the boxing ring without blinking.

Her position was not far from the referee's seat, and the visual effect was better, and she could clearly see the scene on the boxing ring.

She had never watched a professional boxing match live before, and she had never felt how intense a boxing match was through the TV screen. But today, she saw Link fight live, and saw him punching others and getting hit by others.

Every time she saw Link get punched, she would get nervous and scared, and her heart would beat wildly. Sometimes, even breathing became difficult, as if she was getting hit, and that feeling was too uncomfortable.

"Mom, is Link okay?"

"Don't worry, he's so good, how could he be okay."

Liu Li patted her shoulder and comforted her.

"He has a bruise on the corner of his mouth."

Chris Liu saw the doctor on the stage holding a cotton swab to treat Link's mouth wound, and she also wiped the pink corner of her lips with her fingers, feeling a little painful.

"It's nothing to be injured, his opponent's injury is serious."

Liu Li comforted her.

"Fei Fei, don't worry, Link is fine, he's so good, no one can beat him."

Someone next to her came over and whispered, her voice was soft and charming, with a hint of smile.

Chris Liu nodded, said thank you Sister Bingbing, and looked at Link with her beautiful phoenix eyes without blinking.

Ding ding ding!

The bell for the second round rang.