Chapter 28 : He is just pretending to fight

  Whoosh!

  Link's fist grazed Anderzej's chin.

  "Wow!"

  There was a sigh from the audience.

  "Link's arms are a little shorter, and Anderzej is taller than him and can dodge very quickly."

  West said regretfully.

  Anderzej's agent wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

  Only several reporters at the scene remained skeptical. Before the game, they received calls from enthusiastic spectators saying that Link and Anderzej had a secret deal and were preparing for a fake fight.

Could it be that Link's punch missed on purpose?

  With doubts, reporters stared at the boxing ring, trying to find evidence that Link had faked the fight.

  Link and Andre Zejer exchanged punches on the boxing ring, attacking and defending, and hitting each other's effective parts. It was a very exciting fight.

  The audience also shouted excitedly and cheered for the two.

  From the first round to the sixth round, the two maintained this state and the fight was evenly matched, fully demonstrating their superb offensive and defensive boxing techniques.

  But the reporters had a vague feeling that something was wrong. With Link's strength and speed, it would not be difficult for him to knock out the 'thin' Anderzej.

However, after six rounds, he did not knock him out once. At most, he knocked Anderzej down onto the ropes or corner post.

  This is clearly not Link's style.

  Reporters suspected that the report call was real and that Link and Anderzej were faking a fight.

  Bang, bang, bang!

  In the boxing ring, by the eighth round, both men were sweating profusely, and their punches were often stained with sweat, but the match was still very exciting.

Both men attacked very quickly, often hitting each other's head, chest and abdomen, and often unleashing fast

  The audience was enjoying the show very much and were cheering one after another.

  "KO, why not KO?"

  "It was exciting to watch, but with Link's level, the game shouldn't have been played like this."

  "What is Link doing?"

  Although they were not notified by the mysterious man, the promoters who are regulars at the boxing ring also noticed some problems after watching the eighth round. This match seemed a bit watered down.

  "Boss, I got the news that Link seems to be faking a fight."

  The assistant walked over to Greg Cohen and whispered, "This is the news from the reporters. Someone told them that Link and Anderzej might have a private deal."

  "Really? What does he want to do?"

  Greg Cohen stared at Link on the stage, and suddenly sneered, "Making money? Humph, he doesn't want to be given 20 million, but wants to make that little money? He is really not a smart man. Go contact the media and spread the news that Link Baker is having a fake fight."

  "Yes, boss!"

  "Wait, what's going on with Franco Duva?"

  "Boss, Mr. Franco Duval seemed to have some unpleasantness during his communication with Mr. Duva Sr.

Mr. Duval Jr. took United Airlines back to New York at noon, leaving only his assistant Simon in Miami."

  After hearing this, Greg Cohen revealed a satisfied smile. Everything was just as he expected.

  Compared with the competitive mechanism of "the capable ones rise and the mediocre ones retire" implemented within the top promotion companies, the family-style management model implemented by major event promotion companies seems too outdated.

  Old Duva is a cautious and dictatorial person. With more than a dozen world-class and intercontinental boxing champions such as Holyfield, he would never agree to let Duva sign an amateur boxer with a big contract.

  Little Duva's trip was destined to be in vain.

  Greg Cohen looked at Link in the boxing ring, clenched his fists, and smiled with a determined look.

  "Come on! Link, come on!"

  "Link Champion!"  

  "Come on Anderzej!"

  In the audience, the audience shouted for eight rounds and their voices were almost hoarse, but so what? It was much more exciting to see the two boxing masters compete in person than to dance around in a bar or yell in a KTV.

  The boxers at the scene also watched the match between the two with their eyes wide open, watching their every move, the wonderful attacks, the wonderful defenses, the wonderful dodging, and the wonderful counterattacks. It was like everyone was watching a live teaching video of two boxing masters.

  "No way, Anderzej is so thin, I can beat him with one punch, and Link fought with him for nine rounds? Could he really be taking drugs? His fists are so weak?" Mario supported his face and watched the game on the stage with boredom.

  "Isn't this wonderful? Why should they end it soon?"

  Reggie watched the game with great interest.

  West, who was standing next to them, was holding a handheld camera and filming the fight between the two men, preparing to take it back for the apprentices in the boxing gym to watch and learn.

  "But don't you think it's abnormal? With Link's level, he shouldn't fight like this. There is something wrong here." Mario said.

  "There are problems, but I understand Link." Reggie looked at Link with admiration on his face.

  Mario's eyes widened, totally not understanding what was so worthy of worship here? Was your worship misplaced?

  "Don't you believe it?" Reggie turned around and smiled, "If you meet a boxer with great skills in the ring, will you fight him for a few more rounds to hone your skills?"

  Mario looked at his fist as big as a sandbag, "No, I will just knock him down with one punch."

  Reggie shook his head and sighed, "This is the gap between us and Link. We only think about defeating our opponents and winning the game, but he thinks about what he can gain from the game. This is why he is getting stronger and stronger, because he is not only strong, but also diligent, hardworking, and studious. We should all learn from him."

  Reggie looked at Link with adoration, his eyes shining.

  Mario was going crazy. "That's not the case at all. He's obviously faking it."

  "Shut up! Mario, you can insult me, but please don't insult Link, okay?" Reggie said angrily, clenching his fists.

  Mario opened his mouth. For the first time in his twenty-two years of life, he felt that there might be something wrong with this world.

  ——

  "West, don't you think there's something wrong with this match? Link is faking it."

  Mario found West, who was an honest old man and Mario believed that he would not lie with his eyes open.

  "So what?" West asked, holding up a handheld video camera.

  Mario was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man in disbelief, "Link, he's faking it, so what?!"

  "Yes, Link and Anderzej fought for nine rounds, and Link had an absolute advantage in eight of them. He was able to win just by points. You should know that Anderzej's skills are among the best in the amateur boxing circle. Link defeated him without using heavy punches or relying on a strong body. He was able to defeat him just by relying on skills. This shows that Link has no weaknesses in boxing. He is a perfect boxer. This match proved everything."

  West stroked his stubble on his chin and smiled with great satisfaction.

  "But he's faking it."

  Mario shouted angrily.

  "Shut up!!"

  "Link didn't lose to Anderzej on purpose, so how can you say he was faking it? Don't say that again."

  West said with a dark face and unhappily.

  Mario returned to his seat dejectedly. He propped up his face and looked up at the sky, confirming that there was indeed something wrong with this world.

  (End of this chapter)