Chapter 444： Iron-blooded style

Chapter 444 Iron-Blooded Fighting Style

Bang bang!

After the game started, Link ignored Beirut's straight punch, clenched his fist and attacked at a faster speed. The peak of his fist hit Beirut's left ribs firmly.

Although the sponge in the gloves can play a partial buffering role, the shock wave generated by the huge punch directly hit Beirut. A muffled groan came from his mouth, and the attack movements of his hands also deformed. His fists came from the forest. K's left shoulder passed through, almost half leaning on Link's shoulder.

Link didn't give the opponent a chance to react once he succeeded, and followed up with a swift right uppercut from bottom to top, passing through Beirut's arm frame and hitting his jaw.

Beirut was hit so hard that his body shot up, and his jaw clicked. Although the braces could protect his teeth and tongue, the violent impact caused his lower jaw to hit his upper jaw hard, and his neck bones bent back, making a crisp sound.

Beirut could not help but feel stars in his eyes, and the smell of blood came from his mouth.

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

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

Hit more than ten punches in one go, like a violent storm, the attack was as tight as a storm.

Beirut, which was hit by serial attacks, was very uncomfortable.

The symptoms of toothache and dizziness hadn’t disappeared in the last second, then liver pain, stomach pain, nose pain, and the head was hit one after another, and I was even more dizzy.

Having no idea where I am or what I am doing.

At this moment, Beirut felt like he was taking a bath in the river as a child and accidentally got caught in the whirlpool. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the constraints of the current.

A strong sense of suffocation closed his mouth and nose, leaving him breathless and his mind went blank.

“Wow! That’s so fast!”

“Link is going to win.”

“Come on Beirut! Protect the fairy sister!”

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

Beirut was beaten so hard that his body kept falling backwards, blood dripped from the corners of his chin and mouth, and his appearance became increasingly miserable.

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

Following Link's movements, his mouth made bursts of exclamations involuntarily, like a group of puppets caught in a competition.

"Hit, beat, beat! That's it, Link is too fast."

Offstage, Zou Shiming was so excited that he subconsciously stood up and followed Link's movements with his fists, punching the air one after another.

The TVB camera also captured him and prepared to show it as a behind-the-scenes footage.

Beside him, Xiong Chaozhong was staring at the competition on the stage, clenching his fists tightly, bulging the muscles in his arms, and his expression became ferocious, as if he had stepped into Link's role and worked hard with Link.

“Break!”

The ring referee saw Beirut being beaten on the ropes by Link. His body was limp and he was unable to fight back.

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

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

Beirut's body went limp, leaning on the ropes, and slipped on the ring.

The referee squatted down to check the situation in Beirut before he had time to ask anything.

Dang Dang Dang!

The bell rang at the end of the first round, and the Beirut coaching team immediately helped him retreat 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 between Beirut, who was undergoing treatment, and Link, who was sitting on a stool and resting.

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

“Eddie, look at what Beirut looks like, do you still think your style of play is useful?”

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

Eddie Hearn frowned, his expression serious.

I have watched Link's boxing matches before and found that his fighting style is very gentle. He can knock his opponent unconscious at most every time. There has never been a **** scene. The probability of getting injured in a match with him is very small.

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

Unexpectedly, once Link becomes fierce, he becomes very scary. He can beat his opponent to death with one punch after another. He does not seem to be a guy who is easy to mess with.

“Eddie, Link used to play softly because he didn’t meet a strong opponent and he didn’t try his best. If you really think you can take advantage of his good temper, then you are underestimating Link.”

Franco stood up and clapped his hands to cheer Link on.

Eddie Hearn frowned and stared at Link. I have to say that he did make a mistake.

I have chatted with Link several times before and found that he is a humorous person. He always has a sunny smile on his face and his tone of voice is also very easy-going. He never puts on airs. Everyone thinks that he has a kind personality and a weak temper.

I didn’t expect that he would show such a cold-blooded side after being provoked by others.

"Such Link is indeed scary, but when he gets angry, the rhythm of the game is disrupted and the offense is not as orderly as before. I still think this style of play is the best way to deal with Link. If Beirut The higher he is, the stronger his ability to withstand attacks, and Link’s style of attack may not necessarily knock him down.”

Eddie Hearn said.

De La Hoya thought for a while and had to admit that what Eddie Hearn said made some sense.

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

In addition, Link is 186 centimeters tall, which is pretty good below the light heavyweight level.

In the heavyweight category, where heights are generally above 190cm, without the advantage of height and arm length, it will probably be more difficult to win the game.

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

On the one hand, this can disrupt Link's game rhythm and prevent him from being carried away during the game. On the other hand, using this style of play will undoubtedly be more entertaining, more topical, and PPV income will also increase.

Hoya nodded secretly and decided to find someone to study it when he went back.

"What are you two thinking? You don't think you can defeat Link this way, do you?"

Franco frowned and looked at the two of them. The three of them were all in their thirties and forties, compared to Lou Duva, 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 holes in one sentence and have more intentions than fishing nets.

“Is it possible? You’ll know if you try it.”

Eddie Hearn laughed.

De La Hoya is also going to give it a try. As for whether fighting like this will injure the boxer? There is absolutely no need to worry about this.

Boxing has been a very dangerous sport since its inception. In order to protect the lives of boxers, protective gear is required in the amateur stage.

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

Originally, the boxing match was 15 rounds. In the 1982 WBA lightweight title defense match, American boxing champion Ray Himani VS challenger Korean boxing champion Kim Deok-koo.

Due to lack of strength, Kim Deok-koo gritted his teeth and persisted until the 14th round, and was later beaten to death during the game. Afterwards, his mother committed suicide due to excessive grief. The referee in the ring also committed suicide due to self-blame. Ray Himani advanced early due to self-blame. Retired.

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

Also in a boxing match, the referee has greater authority. As long as he feels that there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, he can stop the match in time.

Although the rules of boxing matches are more humane, injuries during matches are inevitable. Someone bleeds in almost every professional match, and almost every boxing champion’s gold belt is obtained in exchange for injuries.

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

The ones with the least injuries in the current boxing world are Link and Mayweather.

Mayweather is called "PrettyBoy" because his face is clean and has no wounds after every game.

Due to his rigorous defense, Link rarely suffered injuries all over his body, and he was known as "The Golden Body", "Superman Link", etc.

But if all the boxers in the boxing world are prepared to deal harsh blows when competing with him, it may be difficult for him to keep his golden reputation.

“Wow, it’s so exciting to watch a boxing match live.”

Under the boxing ring, when he saw Link and Beirut going to rest, Pan Weibo also became active, wiped his forehead, and unknowingly broke into a sweat following the rhythm of the game.

“It’s really different from what I saw on TV. The sweat, blood, and body collisions are so exciting.”

Lin Junjie took a breath and slowly relaxed the muscles in her body.

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

“Jielun, how do you feel?”

Pan Weibo called Jerry Zhou from a few seats away.

Jerry Zhou still drooped the corners of his mouth, looking like a dick, crossed his arms and nodded, "Not bad!"

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

Zhou Jerry was about to talk to Pan Weibo when he suddenly heard an excited shout coming from beside him.

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

 Jerry Zhou curled his lips and said, "Brother is also very good. I played basketball with Kobe."

"Yes, you are very powerful, and so is Link."

Kun Ling stared at Link and said without looking back.

Zhou Jerry was a little unhappy. How could his girlfriend praise other men in person? If I had known earlier, I would have given the tickets to Wen San and not brought Kun Ling to watch the game.

In the seating area opposite Jerry, the fairy sister Kris Liu was also present.

She was wearing a peaked cap, an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, with only half of her delicate cheek exposed. At this time, her hands were tightly clenched into fists on her chest, and her beautiful Danfeng eyes were looking at the corner of the ring without blinking.

Her position is not far from the referee's box, and the visual effect is better, and she can clearly see the scene in the boxing ring.

She had never seen a professional boxing match live before, and she didn't feel how intense the boxing match was through the TV screen. But today she saw Link playing in the match, and saw him hitting and being hit by others. .

Every time she saw Link getting punched, she would become nervous and frightened. Her heart could not help but beat wildly, and sometimes even breathing would become difficult, as if she was being beaten too. The feeling was too uncomfortable.

“Mom, is Link okay?”

“Don’t worry, he is so powerful, how could anything happen to him?”

Liu Li patted her shoulder and comforted her.

“The corners of his mouth were hurt.”

Chris Liu saw the doctor on the stage holding a cotton swab to treat the wound at the corner of Link's mouth, and also used his finger to wipe the pink corner of his lips, which felt a little painful.

“A small injury is nothing, the injury to his opponent is serious.”

Liu Li comforted her and said.

“Feifei, don’t worry, Link is fine, he is so powerful, no one can beat him.”

Someone next to me came over and spoke softly, with a gentle voice and a hint of smile.

Chris Liu nodded and said thank you to Sister Bingbing. Beautiful Danfeng looked at Link without blinking.

Dang Dang Dang!

The bell rings for the second round.

(End of this chapter)