Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

On the boxing ring, without waiting for the referee to count, Deontay slowly stood up, his left jaw swollen, blood oozing from his nostrils, his complexion dark and grim.

Since his debut in 2008, he had never been knocked down in an official match, but this time, he was knocked to the ground by Link, who was more than ten centimeters shorter than him.

For him, this was a very hard fact to accept.

He clenched his fists tightly, vowing to make a comeback this round.

"Boxing!"

The referee announced the continuation of the match.

Link swung his fist towards Deontay, who immediately stepped back and guarded his head with both fists.

Link raised his eyebrows; Deontay, standing at 201 cm, was 16 cm taller than him. To hit his opponent's head, he needed to tiptoe. Seeing Deontay defensively protecting his head indicated that he was dazed from the attack and lacked proper defense.

Link didn't plan to give Deontay any time to recover and quickly stepped forward, using a feint to strike the opponent's abdomen.

Deontay voluntarily increased the distance, swinging his fist in retaliation, his punch moving forward but his steps retreating, significantly weakening the power of his punch.

Seizing the opportunity, Link advanced, risking getting hit by his opponent, using his most common combination punches, hitting up and down, landing two upper hook punches on Deontay's neck and chin.

Although Deontay was 16 cm taller, his chin was within Link's striking range.

In matches where a smaller contender faces a larger one, protecting the chin is crucial; clearly, Deontay failed to do so.

Hit on the chin, Deontay staggered back two steps and leaned on the ropes; seeing Link approaching, he immediately used a technique he learned from George Foreman to push Link away with his fists, preventing him from getting close.

Link tried to approach for a close-range attack but couldn't find the right opportunity.

Ding Ding Ding!

The first round ended.

Link went to the corner to wipe off his sweat; his forehead, swept by the opponent's fist, was slightly swollen; his assistant applied Vaseline to lubricate it.

His opponent Deontay's situation was more severe, bleeding from the corner of his mouth and nose.

Rest for one minute.

The second round continued.

Refreshed after the break, Deontay once again chose to attack, swinging his fierce fists, one punch after another targeting Link's head.

Link, not wanting to be struck, continued to dodge quickly to the left and right, while also looking for an opportunity to attack up close.

Deontay attacked with more than twenty consecutive punches; apart from a few hitting the shoulder, the rest were dodged.

At this point, Deontay's old problem arose again; without proper defense, he immediately pulled back his punches to rest before attacking again.

On the boxing ring, this kind of fighting style was reckless, lacking tactical thinking and an understanding of the overall situation, blindly focusing on one's own condition without considering the opponent.

After the first round, Deontay should have recognized Link's strength was not inferior to his; he should have fought the second round more steadily, even if he couldn't balance attack and defense perfectly.

Unfortunately, he did not manage to do so.

Seeing his opponent's vulnerability, Link had no reason to just watch; he swiftly closed in on his opponent.

As his opponent tried to push him away again using the old trick, Link quickly ducked low, delivering a very common but effective combination of punches, hitting up and down, and once again striking his opponent's chin with an upper hook punch.

Boom!

Deontay's chin took a hit, his head violently jerked backward, sweat flinging from his hair under the lights, and blood spraying from his nostrils.

"Stop!"

Before Link could launch a third set of combination punches, the referee shouted to stop the match.

Link held back his fists, only then noticing Deontay slumping to the ground, leaning on the ropes, blood flowing from the sides of his chin and nostrils.

The referee pushed Link away and crouched to check on Deontay, asking him if he could continue the match.

Deontay, arms hanging on the ropes, wobbly stood up, but his knees buckled immediately, and he collapsed back onto the boxing ring.

"Deontay lost?!"

"Link won?"

"Defeating the undefeated boxing king Deontay in just the second round, Link is so cool."

The audience below cheered loudly seeing Deontay unable to get up.

Link held up his fists while watching his opponent's condition.

Deontay probably took hits less often, his resilience to withstand hits weaker than James Toney or Holyfield. Also, his mentality seemed diminished after being knocked down in the first round; perhaps another reason why he couldn't recover after being KO'd by Tyson Fury.

"8,7,6...."

The boxing ring referee counted down from eight, but Deontay couldn't stand up.

All the referees unanimously determined Link won the match by KO.

As the boxing ring referee raised Link's fists, over twenty thousand spectators in the venue cheered in unison, and Link's fans waved large flags in the stands, shouting "Link is invincible".

"Link won! Deontay lost."

Tyson sighed.

"Before meeting Link, Deontay seemed like a perfect boxer. Against Link, he was full of vulnerabilities; Link is so well-rounded, he would be a top fighter in any era."

George Foreman shook his head.

"Deontay's techniques are indeed too crude, his defense is terrible. He probably never imagined someone could beat him like this, so he never practiced defense."

James Toney sneered.

Ding Dong!

Tyson's phone rang, it was O'Neal calling.

"Mike, didn't you say Link would lose? Why did Deontay lose, and in just the second round, letting me get excited for nothing."