Chapter 607: First Round of the Championship

"Name?"

"Link! Lin for forest, Ke for defeating the enemy."

"Age?"

"18 years old!"

Link reached into his pocket, took out a student ID card with a blue cover, put it on the table, and handed it to the registered students.

"How many years have you practiced boxing?"

"Two and a half years!"

After filling in his personal information, Link stood on the electronic scale to measure his height and weight. He was 180 cm tall, with a wingspan of 185 cm and a weight of 68.2 kg.

Amateur competitions do not have heavyweight or lightweight classes, but only weight ranges.

He weighs between 64 kg and 69 kg, which is considered middleweight in professional competitions.

But he is a little short, even shorter than the girl who just gave him the tissue.

This is very disadvantageous in boxing competitions.

If you want to become a top boxer, this height is not good. You should pay attention to nutrition, strengthen exercise, and strive to grow a few more centimeters before the age of 20.

In his previous life, Link was originally 184 cm tall. After training for a few years, he grew to 186 cm.

Now that I am eighteen years old, it is not a problem to grow another five or six centimeters.

"Link, this is your number plate, go and line up over there."

"Classmate, are you going to compete today?"

"Today is the preliminary round of the selection competition. Some of the weaker ones will be eliminated. Only two boxers in each weight class will participate in the city selection competition. Only those who pass the city selection competition are eligible to represent Kyoto City in the National Boxing Championship. You come to register without even understanding the schedule?"

The classmate who registered looked at him suspiciously.

Link smiled lightly, thanked the other party, and then took the number plate with "7-012" written on it and went to the desk next door to register.

There are three main people who presided over the preliminary competition today, teachers from the boxing department of the Competitive Sports College, registered coaches of the city amateur boxing association, and students of the school boxing association. Teachers and coaches serve as referees, and students are responsible for maintaining order on the scene.

The work of arranging opponents for the game is also the responsibility of students.

Link's opponent in the first match was boxer No. 7-011, a student from the school boxing association, 184 cm tall, 68 kg in weight, fat, with obvious fat on his belly.

When the opponent came on stage, many students in the audience shouted "Come on, Brother Long!"

Link wrapped his hand bandages, put on a pair of black boxing gloves that didn't fit him well, and a head guard that he hadn't worn for a long time, and walked onto the boxing ring.

Amateur boxing matches are usually within 6 rounds depending on the competition system. Today's preliminaries are three rounds, two minutes per round, with a one-minute break in between.

Whoever hits the opponent's effective parts more times wins.

Two teachers in the audience scored, and one teacher was the referee on the ring.

Compared with the formal amateur competition, it was like a grass-roots team.

This was similar to when he participated in the city elimination tournament in Miami.

"Hey, buddy, which school are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The opponent No. 7-011 looked at him and asked.

"I practiced shot put in the Track and Field College in my freshman year, and I transferred to the Education College this year."

"Aren't you from our boxing association?"

7-011 asked.

"No."

"Where do you usually practice boxing? Who is your coach?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? You can't beat me even if you know my background."

Link chuckled.

"What? I can't beat you? You are so crazy. Do you know who I am? Have you heard of Zhang Wenlong from the boxing association? I won the city youth boxing championship once, the runner-up twice, and I can also be ranked in the top 50 among the national middleweight amateur boxers. You say I can't beat you?"

7-011 stared and said angrily.

Link glanced at the other party and shook his head gently.

7-011 saw his expression and was angry at the time. He gritted his teeth and urged the referee to start the game.

The referee checked the gloves and headgear of the two, announced the rules of the game, and then put down his arms and let the two start fighting.

"Brother Long, come on! Brother Long, come on!"

"Brother Long, kill that bastard in one round."

A group of students from the boxing association shouted in the audience.

"Boy, you're dead, I said!"

No. 7-011 touched his gloves as required, then waved his fist and angrily hit him in the face.

In the eyes of outsiders, No. 7-011's boxing speed is not bad, but in Link's eyes, the opponent's speed is slower than all the opponents he has encountered, and when the opponent's body is shot, there are flaws all over his body, and the technique is very rough.

Link wanted to estimate his own strength through this game, so he didn't kill the opponent with one punch. He turned his head to avoid the opponent's fist.

It's just that his body has not received professional training and has not reached the level of handy. The reaction speed is slower than the mind, so the opponent's gloves rub against the side of his face.

"Fuck!"

Seeing that he almost hit him, 7-011 roared excitedly and threw a second punch.

Link moved his feet flexibly to avoid the opponent's attack.

After testing, the speed and flexibility are similar to those when he participated in the Golden Gloves Championship in the United States. He still needs to practice more.

"Huh?"

When Link moved to another position, Zhao Liwei, the coach of the City Boxing Association, suddenly stopped and looked at Link who was playing unexpectedly.

"Teacher Zhao, what's wrong?"

The teacher next to him asked.

Zhao Liwei waved his hand and continued to watch the game on the stage.

Link dodged his opponent's fist, and while the opponent was not defending, he hit No. 7-011's left rib with a right hook.

"Ugh!"

No. 7-011 groaned, took a step back in a hurry, holding his left rib with his left arm, and looked at him angrily.

Link ignored his opponent's mood, stuck close to him, and punched his opponent's right rib. This punch was slow, and the opponent was frightened and quickly defended. Link's fist hit the opponent's arm, followed by a right swing, and before No. 7-011 could dodge, his fist hit the opponent's forehead directly.

Bang!

Despite the protection of the sponge headgear, 7-011 was also hit and staggered and hit the ropes.

Link followed closely, with a series of combination punches, left jab + right jab, disrupting the opponent's defense, left straight punch + right straight punch + left straight punch + right straight punch, repeatedly hitting the opponent's abdomen and face, and directly knocking the opponent to squat on the ground.

"Stop! Stop fighting!"

The referee teacher hurried over to pull him away.

Link retracted his fist and took two steps back.

After testing, his boxing power is very good, better than when he participated in the Golden Gloves Championship. The explosive power of his right fist is about 500-600 catties, and the explosive power of his left fist is about 300-400 catties.

In the amateur competition stage, this punch weight is very good.

It's just that his predecessor practiced shot put for four years, and the explosive power of his right hand far exceeds that of his left hand, resulting in an imbalance of power in both hands, which is also a problem that needs to be solved.

Ding ding!

After the first round, after a one-minute break, Link moved his legs and feet, walked to the middle of the boxing ring, and prepared to continue the game.

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing? It hurts too much to hit people."

No. 7-011 asked with a grin.

"I practice shot put."

"If you practice shot put, just practice shot put well. Why do you come to boxing?"

No. 7-011 shouted with curses.

"I like boxing."

"Don't be so proud, I was careless and didn't dodge just now. I must turn defeat into victory in this round and beat you to the ground."

7-011 said viciously.

The referee announced the start.

Link bumped fists with the opponent, and without waiting for the opponent to attack, he took the lead and punched the opponent's abdomen.

No. 7-011 knew how powerful he was, and didn't want to fight him hard, so he quickly retreated.

Link followed up and forced the opponent to the ropes, using the ropes to press the opponent to hit.

He punched with both fists, left and right, and his fists hit the opponent's body and face continuously.

Faced with his intensive attack, No. 7-011 had no power to fight back and was beaten to the ground again.

"Stop!"

The referee teacher came over to stop him.

Link took a step back and looked at his fists wrapped in boxing gloves. There were still some problems in the coordination of his left and right hands.

Because the body is used for throwing, the way the body and arms exert force is the way of throwing, not the way of boxing. It is a little awkward when punching, and more practice is needed.

In addition, the physical strength is not bad for the time being. I sweat a layer of sweat, but I am not too tired.

"No. 7-012 wins this game!"

The opponent No. 7-011 gave up the game, and the referee announced that Link won.

"Teacher Chen, this No. 012 is very strong, is it your student?"

Coach Zhao Liwei looked at Teacher Chen beside him and asked. Teacher Chen's name is Chen Zutao, and he is one of the coaches of the school boxing team.

Teacher Chen stared at Link's face for a few times and shook his head, "Not from our boxing team." He looked at the students of the Boxing Association behind him, "What is the name of No. 7-012, do you know him?"

The students of the Boxing Association didn't know either, so they ran to find the registered students, and quickly brought Link's information and gave it to the two coaches to see.

"Link?"

"I seem to have some impression of him."

Teacher Chen patted his forehead and said, "This Link was originally a student of the School of Competitive Sports, practicing shot put. Last year, he threw 16.02 meters at the school sports meeting, almost breaking the school record for this event. Later, I heard that he practiced too hard, strained his lumbar muscles, and seriously injured his right shoulder joint. He couldn't even participate in normal training. I didn't expect that he also had some talent in boxing."

"Shot put athlete? It's really a bit unexpected. He looks like an old boxer who has practiced for a long time. He is very stable on the stage, and he can move forward and backward freely. He does a good job in defense and offense. His combination punches are also very powerful. I feel that he is not worse than several main players of the national team, but this guy is only 18 years old?"

Zhao Liwei said.

Teacher Chen saw that Link easily defeated Zhang Wenlong, the main player of the school boxing team, and beat Zhang Wenlong without any power to fight back. He felt that Link had some strength, but he didn't think he would be better than the main players of the national team.

"Teacher Zhao, do you want to meet him?"

Teacher Chen asked.

Zhao Liwei looked at Link who was leaving the stage, hesitated for a moment and said that he was not in a hurry, he wanted to watch another match of Link.

Teacher Chen nodded and asked the students to arrange a match for Link and try to find a strong opponent.

The students said that the best player in the 64kg-69kg class of the school boxing team was Liu Wei. Liu Wei participated in the last National Boxing Championship and won the sixth place in the country. He is a seeded player in this level and has the hope of representing Kyoto City in the National Boxing Championship.

Teacher Chen frowned, feeling that it was a waste to let Liu Wei fight Link.

Coach Zhao Liwei thought that Liu Wei was a suitable candidate.

Teacher Chen could only follow the guest's wishes and asked someone to call Liu Wei over to test Link's level.

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"Link, wait a minute, there will be another match later."

"Got it."

In the rest area of ​​the stadium audience seats, Link took off his boxing gloves, leaned back in his seat to drink water, and watched the competition on the stage.

From below 48 kg to above 90 kg, all contestants are divided into 10 levels. Link is in the seventh team, and the first digit of his number is '7'.

There are 12 people in his team, the most are light heavyweight, with 32 people, and the other levels are mostly more than ten or twenty people.

These people are divided into four boxing rings. In the first round, they fight against each other, and more than half are eliminated. Some people are injured, and some people feel that they are not strong enough and give up the game.

In the second round, there are less than 10 people left in each level, and they fight against each other again. Finally, one or two people are left to participate in the city selection. Those who pass the competition will enter the national competition area.

The whole schedule is much simpler than the US Golden Gloves Championship, and the competition is not very formal. Boxers and referees are in casual clothes. There is no scorer or video recording. The referee teacher scores by eye. There are no disposable braces, and you can go on the field without protection. There are many problems.

The reason for this problem is not complicated.

The American boxing industry is a profitable industry chain with huge market potential. Since amateur competitions, there has been capital willing to invest.

Domestic boxing is a very niche sport. There is no complete industry chain, no profit, and no capital willing to sponsor. It depends entirely on the state and unit funding support. When there is money, it is big, and when there is no money, it is small or not held.

It is understandable that the venue and competition equipment are a little worse.

In addition, there are not many boxers who understand the technology in the quality of the participating boxers. The lightweight class relies on speed. Two small boxers turn around the stage, like cats and mice, and the audience below the stage shouts and shouts like watching the excitement.

The heavyweight class relies on physical confrontation. First, a few punches are thrown, and then they hug each other to wrestle. It looks like wrestling. Some people are beaten up and curse on the stage.

Let Link scratch his head.

After resting for more than ten minutes, the students of the boxing association came to tell him that the opponent of the game had arrived and asked him to prepare to go on stage.

Link put on the headgear and boxing gloves again, did a few simple warm-up movements, and walked onto the boxing ring.

"Is it you?"

The opponent frowned and looked at him.

Link also unexpectedly discovered that his opponent in this match was Liu Wei, who had just separated on the track and field.

"You dare to come to participate in a boxing match?"

Liu Wei looked at him with disdain.

"Come and play."

Link raised his right fist and shook it.

"Play?"

Liu Wei sneered disdainfully, "Wang Qin said you like her and have been chasing her for more than a year. Hehe, you just saw me doing Wang Qin, and you are jealous and crazy, right? You want to come here to make trouble, right?

Haha, I can guess it, but it's a pity that you don't ask who I am, Liu Wei. I participated in the national championship two years ago, entered the finals, and got fifth place in the country. You also want to fight me?"

Link shook his head. What Wang Qin and Wang Fei? After having many powerful women, his aesthetic taste for the opposite sex is almost at the ceiling. Most girls are too lazy to even look at them. Even the long-legged girl he met not long ago, he just got to know her.

This state makes him helpless. If he continues, he may become a monk.

He looked at the referee and asked when the fight would start. The referee took a few puffs of his cigarette, put it out on the steps, and then came over and hastily read a few rules of the game, then stepped back and announced the start of the game.

"Let's fight!"

Link touched gloves with his opponent, which is a step that cannot be omitted in amateur competitions. Failure to touch gloves will result in points being deducted by the referee.

After touching gloves, the opponent Liu Wei took the initiative to approach and punched him, becoming the offensive end of the game.

Link did not retreat either. After adapting to his own speed, he looked at the opponent's fist and easily dodged it sideways.

The opponent Liu Wei continued to attack, switching from left fist to right fist, punching him in the face one after another.

Unfortunately, his speed is only at the middle and lower level among amateur boxers, even Mario in the early stage is not as good as him, and his skills are very average, his combination punches are terrible, and he only cares about speed when punching, not accuracy. He squandered his strength at will at the beginning of the game and did not pay attention to the efficiency of attack.

His strength is only at the apprentice level in Coach West's boxing gym.

Link evaded his opponent's fists more than ten times in a row without throwing a single punch, while his opponent became more and more anxious and even used illegal moves to hold him.

Link was not interested in getting entangled with his opponent.

After understanding his opponent's strength, he punched up and down, down and up, and hit his opponent's left and right ribs with a set of combination punches, which made his opponent's defense open, and then hit his opponent's face with several straight punches in a row.

There was no protective sponge on the face.

He hit his opponent's nose with just one punch, and blood spurted out of his nose, and his steps retreated repeatedly.

Link followed closely and hit his opponent's face and forehead with four consecutive straight punches, each of which was very solid.

His opponent Liu Wei staggered two steps and fell on his back on the boxing ring with his eyes rolled back.

"Stop! Stop fighting."

The referee teacher hurried over to hold him, squatted down to check on Liu Wei's condition, and the doctor who was chatting under the stage also hurried to the stage to check.

Link took a step back and shook off the blood stains on his gloves.