Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Chapter 217: Emma Roberts

Chapter 217: Emma Roberts

After seeing off Catherine and Emma Stone, Link continued his training in the boxing ring, and it wasn’t long before another Emma arrived, Emma Roberts.

Last time they were filming, Emma Roberts said she wanted to learn boxing from him, and she even planned to shoot a training video to upload to YouTube for a lottery draw, asking if it was okay with him.

Link thought she was joking and didn’t refuse.

But at noon, Emma Roberts really showed up.

She wore a limited edition Nike boxing training suit, pink gloves that were exquisitely made, a white wrap that revealed a segment of her pale and slender midriff, and tight-fitting sports shorts that showcased her slender legs, like something out of a cartoon.

Although Emma was petite and didn’t have much in terms of breasts or butt, she had a very delicate face, fair skin, and a strong sense of youthfulness.

Under his guidance, Emma practiced the punching bag for half an hour, panting heavily, with strands of hair sticking to her sweat-dampened cheeks, looking utterly fragile.

"Link, doesn’t it get boring to keep hitting like this?"

Emma sat on the sofa, holding a water bottle, and watched him continually punch the bag.

"It’s a bit boring, but if I don’t train this way, I won’t be able to win the fights," Link said while pounding on the punching bag.

Emma nodded, her gaze lingering on his strong, muscular arms, which struck the punching bag with such force that it emitted a heavy thud, as if it might burst at any moment.

Emma walked over and stood beside him, asking, "So, how long do you train every day?"

"Over four hours."

"That long? I was exhausted just from ten minutes of practice," Emma said, sticking out her tongue playfully.

"For a beginner, ten minutes is already impressive."

Emma smiled faintly, brushed her hair off her face, put her gloves back on, and came to the white punching bag next to Link. Following his instructions, she struck the bag over and over.

Her arms were slender, and her fists didn’t pack much punch, hardly causing any damage to the bag.

"Link, I’m here! Eh, who’s this little girl?" Morales walked in wearing a training vest.

Morales was from Northern California and used to train in Los Angeles. He was more familiar with the city than Link and had introduced him to this Muscle Beach gym.

Link introduced the two and then went to spar on the ring.

In June, Morales participated in the Golden Gloves boxing match and defeated his old rival Andzeje in the final, smoothly claiming the Super Middleweight Championship.

After the Golden Gloves, Morales signed with Hoyle’s ’Golden Boy’ boxing promotion company, planning to transition to professional boxing within the year.

Based on his current strength, he had the chance to become a world champion; to become a continental champion, however, he still had to put in more effort.

In the sparring session, Link was the aggressor, continuously attacking Morales’ head with his fists. Morales focused on defense, wearing a sponge guard and constantly dodging.

Link’s task was to find a way to break through his defense and land punches on his head.

Morales needed to defend at all costs and dismantle Link’s offense.

If he could manage that, almost no one could break through his defense in professional matches.

But Link’s boxing speed was too fast, and his combination punches were exquisite; defending against them was very difficult.

After over an hour of sparring, Morales took more than twenty punches to the head. Thankfully, Link had held back some strength, so Morales wasn’t knocked out.

"Link, Hoyle sparred with me yesterday," Morales said, sitting at the edge of the ring and wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"How did it go?"

"He’s very fast and incredibly agile. In the twelve rounds, he knocked me down twice, but I wasn’t KO’d, and I managed to last all twelve rounds," Morales recounted.

"That sounds not too bad."

Hoyle had defeated the Middleweight Champion Vargas in 2002 and won four Middleweight Championship Golden Belts. He was very strong.

For an amateur like Morales to last twelve rounds with him was quite an achievement.

"Hoyle also asked about you, inquiring if he fought you, what his chances of winning would be. I said less than 1%, but he didn’t believe me and argued he had at least a 30% chance. I told him to try for himself," Morales said, chuckling.

Link gave a soft laugh, "1% is probably an exaggeration. Although Hoyle is past his prime, he still has at least 70% of his strength. If I fight him, I’d also need to be careful."

"He definitely can’t beat you," Morales laughed.

After resting a while, they continued to spar on the ring until past 4 p.m. when the training ended.

As Link was getting ready to leave after tidying the place, he suddenly noticed two pale slender legs on the sofa, small feet with strawberry nail art, not even half a palm in size – it was Emma Roberts.

She lay sideways on the sofa, covered with a towel, still wearing her gloves, eyes closed. Her long lashes complemented her small, delicate face, making her look like a doll.

"Hey! Emma, wake up!"

"Link, are you done with practice?"

Emma sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"I thought you had left."

Link helped her take off her boxing gloves and put them in her sports bag.

"I felt sleepy watching you guys box, so I took a nap right here."

Emma said while stretching.

"Well, remember to tell me next time; otherwise, I might leave you here."

Link pulled her to her feet.

After showering and changing into clean clothes at the boxing gym, Link drove her back to her Beverly Hills villa.

It was a private estate covering five to six thousand square meters, with vast green lawns and pine woods, where they also encountered her guardian and aunt, Julia Roberts.

Even though both were actors in the "Valentine’s Day" cast, their scenes had no connection, and the sets were not in the same place. This was his first time meeting Julia Roberts in person.

The former queen of Hollywood had aged, dressed in a casual tee, loose sweatpants, slippers, with a cigarette hanging from her mouth, and without any makeup.

Julia Roberts was also surprised to see him and invited him for a coffee at the villa, but Link, citing the lateness of the hour, drove away from the Roberts residence.

"Goodbye, Link!"

Emma Roberts waved to the car.

Julia Roberts frowned at her. "Emma, you told me you were going to a friend’s gathering. Why were you with Link?"

"Link is also my friend, is there a problem?"

Emma shrugged her shoulders and walked toward the villa with her sports bag.

"What were you just doing with Link?"

Julia followed and asked.

"Boxing practice!"

"Really? I didn’t know you liked boxing."

Julia asked doubtfully.

"There’s a lot you don’t know."

"Just boxing practice?"

"Yes."

Emma entered the living room of the villa, placed her bag on the rack, took off her shoes, and walked barefoot onto the floor inside.

"You just showered, I can smell it, Emma, you better come clean, what exactly did you do?"

Julia grabbed her wrist, speaking seriously.

"Isn’t it normal to shower after training?"

Emma looked at her oddly.

"Is that really all?"

"What else would it be, you think Link and I had sex in the gym? You’re thinking too much."

Emma rolled her eyes, shook off her hand, and walked into the changing room to get dressed.

Julia shook her head and shouted into the house, "Emma, I just want to remind you, Link has a girlfriend, being the other woman is not a good thing."

"But you and Danny are happy."

Emma teased with a smirk as she took off her T-shirt.

Julia was immediately infuriated, wanting to drag her out for a beating.

Her current husband, Danny Moder, was a married man with a newborn child before marrying her. However, after their relationship started, Danny quickly divorced his previous wife.

This affair was a big scandal back then and earned her a lot of criticism, but she didn’t care. As long as she found true love, a few pointed remarks from others were nothing.

Now Emma was using this to argue against her, leaving her with no comeback.

"Emma, Taylor is your friend!"

Julia stressed.

"I know, I’m just practicing boxing with Link; I have no intention of ruining their relationship."

Emma said indifferently, waving her hand.

"You better remember what you said."

Julia pointed at her, closed the room door, and instructed the servants to make some extra food.