Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After nine o’clock, Link drove to Muscle Beach Gym for training.

Past ten, Emma Roberts also came over with her training bag, saying she wanted to train with him.

Compared to before, he felt that Emma had become more proactive, often deliberately making physical contact with him.

Emma was petite, soft, and light, smelling delightfully pleasant, making her an excellent dating partner. Yet, with his situation with Taylor still unresolved, he had no interest in flirting.

"Link, you really are a man who doesn’t understand romance."

At the edge of the boxing training area, De La Hoya, watching Emma Roberts practice on the punching bag and then looking at Link filling his water bottle said, "It’s clear Emma wants to ask you out to have fun, but you are here teaching her how to box, making a Barbie doll-like girl box. Don’t you think that’s too much?"

"I don’t think so, this is a boxing gym, not a place for entertainment."

Link wiped the sweat off his body with a towel and put his boxing gloves back on.

"Link, although we are boxers, we are also people, and a normal person’s life shouldn’t consist only of boxing. If I were you, I would seize the moment, take advantage of youth, and date several women while I can. Today’s times are great, morals are lax, and materialism rampant. As long as you have cash, you can date many women.

Unlike in our past, dating too many women, could lead to public criticism, and large age differences would make people gossip. The times now are so much better, it’s just a pity I am not young anymore.

Link, I truly envy you. You are young, strong, and wealthy, all the makings of a playboy, so don’t waste your time, just go ahead and enjoy dating."

De La Hoya patted his shoulder encouragingly.

Link smiled lightly, "I heard that before you were twenty-seven, you had a steady girlfriend and led a rather healthy private life. After breaking up with your girlfriend, you began messing around, hanging out at bars, nightclubs, and with models, becoming the most famous playboy in the boxing world.

It was in your second year of decline that you were unexpectedly defeated by Welterweight champion Felix Trinidad, yet you didn’t learn your lesson, continued messing around, and kept losing to Shane Mosley, Hopkins, Mayweather, and Pacquiao.

So are you trying to teach me how to fail?"

"Hehehe!"

Morales, standing nearby and hearing his words, grinned broadly with his big white teeth.

Turning dark, De La Hoya glared at Morales, motioning for him to shut up, then said to Link, "Decline? I am the highest-paid boxer in the world. You call that a decline? And my losses to Trinidad and others were because of my age and declining physical capabilities, unrelated to my personal life."

"I recall Trinidad is the same age as you, Hopkins was eight years older, and Roy Jones, Holyfield over forty, still fighting on the boxing ring and continuously winning, so is age really the key factor?"

Link shook his head and gazed at the boxing ring in the middle, saying, "Ring Magazine once listed the top ten most regrettable boxers in history, and I believe you definitely should be in the top three. If you had been more disciplined in your personal life when you were younger, you could have had a great chance to become a legendary boxer like Rocky Marciano, but unfortunately, you didn’t achieve that."

Having said that, Link called Morales up to the boxing ring to start their sparring session.

"Damn it!"

De La Hoya looked at Link’s retreating figure, clenching his fists tightly, grinding his teeth in anger.

This bastard is really too spiteful.

Listening to him talk could anger someone to death.

"Link is absolutely right."

Coach Brooks, sitting on a bench, glanced at Hoyle in his suit even in the hot weather and said, "Before Link appeared, you were the most talented light-skinned boxer I had seen, but it’s a pity you spent too much time on women, pleasure, and business, which led to your rapid decline in strength. ŘаŊổᛒΕş

Besides, don’t try to corrupt Link with that method. Considering the current gap between you and Link, even if Link dated ten girlfriends, you wouldn’t be able to defeat him in the end-of-year match."

"Link isn’t as strong as you think. I can defeat him. I mean what I say."

Hoyle waved his fist as he spoke.

Coach Brooks saw him and was reminded of a psychological term, "mental victory law."

"Mr. Hoyle, isn’t it hot wearing a suit in this weather?"

Emma Roberts came over and asked.

She had been training for a while and was quite sweaty, several strands of blonde hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks, her fair skin also had a rosy glow.

"Not hot, quite cool."

Hoyle said indifferently.

"But, you’re sweating a lot on your forehead."

Emma pointed at his temples, where a few sweat drops hung.

"No, it’s water, I accidentally splashed on my hair while drinking water, it’s very cool."

Hoyle wiped his wet hair.

Emma shrugged her delicate shoulders, took a sip from her icy sparkling water, and stared at Link on the ring, not blinking at all.

"Emma, do you like Link? Want to date him? Want me to teach you how to do it?" Explore hidden tales at

Hoyle said, arms crossed.

"How to do it?"

Emma asked without turning her head.

"Ha-ha, it’s simple. Link is a boxer, and boxers have very strong desires. Plus, Link just broke up recently and doesn’t have a woman by his side. At this time, you just need to stick on him, and in no more than seven days, he’ll definitely agree to date you."

Hoyle said enthusiastically.

"Mr. Hoyle, that was your method of pursuing women back in the ’80s and ’90s, it’s outdated now. Nowadays, interactions between boys and girls need more space and freedom, but thanks for the suggestion,"

Emma politely declined his suggestion, picking up her cup and going down to watch Link train.

"Ha-ha! Young people today are indeed smarter than we used to be,"

Coach Brooks laughed.

Hoyle’s mouth twitched slightly, he had just unsuccessfully tried to teach Link how to pick up girls, had kind-heartedly offered to teach Emma how to flirt too, but was also rejected; these young people were indeed hard to handle.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

In the ring, Link and Morales continued to spar. There was a defense battle for the IBF Super Middleweight championship title later this week, and the competitor was the former IBF Super Middleweight champion, Lucian Bute, also a very capable opponent.

Although Link was confident about defeating his opponent, his principle for the fight was to prepare thoroughly and take every opponent seriously, never underestimating anyone.

Countless cases proved that negligence often was the start of failure.

Additionally, he also liked training in the ring, where his spirit would be highly focused while throwing punches, not having to think about anything else, no hassles, feeling like there was nothing else between heaven and earth but boxing and the opponent.

That feeling was incredibly relaxing.

After training for over four hours, he took the thoroughly exhausted Emma Roberts home and went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard as he’d planned to chat with director Woody Allen about movies.

Director Allen mentioned that the lead actress Jennifer Lawrence would also come, and he would introduce her to him then.

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