Bam!
Just as the fist was about to hit Link, Aragon felt an immense impact smash hard against the right side of his face.
It felt like being struck by a car or a shot put, the muscles on his face rippling outward in waves centered on the fist. Spit and his mouthguard were flung violently to the left.
In an instant, Aragon's world spun. His vision was filled with stars of all colors, and the metallic taste of blood flooded his nostrils.
Aragon staggered a step, pressing his fist against Link's chest before his legs buckled, and he collapsed heavily onto the boxing ring.
"....."
For a moment, the roughly 10,000 spectators at the match fell into a deathly silence. Almost everyone's eyes were glued to the ring, fixed on Link.
Even the referee froze in place, staring blankly, seemingly forgetting what he was supposed to do.
After two or three seconds of quiet, as if defrosted, the crowd erupted. Cheers, exclamations, and confused voices swept through the arena.
