July, Sydney, Australia Stadium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now live at the 27th Summer Olympics, for the final match of the 91kg Men's Heavyweight Boxing competition! Both fighters are ready and are about to make their entrance! The competitors in this match are the seasoned Cuban fighter Félix Savón, 33 years old, and the super dark horse from America, Roy Black, who just recently celebrated his 19th birthday!"
The roar of the crowd in the stadium was so loud you couldn't hear the person next to you. Allen and Lambert had to shout to talk to Roy, their middle-aged faces flushed red.
However, their faces weren't red just from shouting; it was purely because they were so excited.
Although Allen and Lambert had already believed months ago that Roy's talent was enough to reach the highest stage of amateur boxing, when Roy actually did it in July, they seemed even more thrilled than he was.
Now, Roy was just one match away from the pinnacle of amateur boxing. The two coaches had to carefully instruct Roy, as his opponent this time was no simple foe.
"Félix Savón has already won consecutive gold medals in the men's 91kg heavyweight category in 1992 and 1996. If he wins again this year, he will become the second person, like his predecessor Teófilo Stevenson, to achieve three consecutive Olympic gold medals in men's heavyweight boxing!"
Cuba has always been a powerhouse in amateur boxing because the country's system does not allow boxers to participate in professional matches, producing a large number of excellent amateur boxers.
It's kind of like table tennis in China, where the domestic competition is even tougher than the international one.
In another world, Félix Savón did achieve the remarkable feat of three consecutive Olympic gold medals in the men's 91kg category, so this would definitely be the strongest boxing opponent Roy had ever faced in a competition.
Well, only the strongest boxing competition opponent, he wouldn't even rank among all his enemies.
So Roy wasn't nervous at all, even finding time to pull out his phone and text his friends and family.
Roy reaching the finals of the Sydney Olympics immediately caused a sensation in Falls Town. It was estimated that everyone in the whole town was sitting in front of their televisions waiting to watch his match, and quite a few families who were well-off came to watch the match in person.
For example, Roy's parents, Nidhi's parents, and the women in Roy's life.
Basically, everyone came except those who couldn't due to work, like Sultana and Elena, or those who couldn't leave school, like the four from the Apocalypse Cult and Emma.
It was practically a group outing!
Fortunately, not all the women were gathered together, otherwise it would have been too chaotic if Roy's parents or Nidhi's parents saw them.
Jennifer and Nidhi sat with Roy's parents and Nidhi's parents. The Parker family, including Nancy, also sat next to this large group.
After the Crystal Lake incident, Ashley and Nancy's relationship quickly improved, as they had shared a moment of comradeship.
So when the Parker family decided to come to Sydney to watch Roy's match, they invited Nancy along.
As for Heather, Penny sat with Dhalia and her mother, and Amy. They even brought the succubus Alurelisa.
Alurelisa, who was usually quite excitable in public, was somehow dozing off during this lively event, as if she hadn't slept well.
The only remaining one was Claire, the fighting sports enthusiast.
Since Claire loved watching fighting matches so much, she naturally wouldn't miss the moment Roy won the Olympic gold.
However, Claire came to Australia alone, which made her seem a bit isolated and also quite dangerous.
The public safety in Australia isn't exactly great!
Roy had originally wanted Claire to come with Jennifer. The two had met before, but there were too many people with Jennifer, and the beautiful doctor felt a bit awkward, so she came by plane alone.
Watching Roy's fingers moving so fast on his phone keyboard they were almost a blur, Allen and Lambert felt quite helpless.
"Roy, are you listening?"
Roy casually replied.
"Uh-huh, yeah, I'm listening the whole time."
Allen could only helplessly continue to explain the tactics, while Roy's words went in one ear and out the other.
"...Roy Black is the biggest surprise in the boxing competition of these Olympics, the youngest fighter ever to reach the men's heavyweight boxing final..."
While athletes can participate in the Olympics at 18, unless it's a sport purely based on natural talent like track and field, it's rare for individual athletes this young to stand on the stage challenging for a world championship.
Even Roy's current opponent, Félix Savón, only won his first Olympic gold medal when he was 21.
Don't underestimate these two years; these two years are a crucial period for honing boxing techniques.
But Roy was different. He could overwhelm all his opponents purely with his physical conditioning. He was determined to win this Olympics.
Especially now that Death's Gaze had disappeared.
In the final battle of the Silent Hill incident, Roy helped Death get revenge on Samael, and thus the curse of Death on him disappeared.
Furthermore, the Eye of Death that had grown on Roy's chest suddenly crystallized, eventually turning into a large black cat's eye stone.
Unlike other black cat's eye stones, the light band in the center of this one was dark red, making it very special.
If Roy held this cat's eye stone tightly, he could feel the power of death contained within it, as well as the power of wrath from Samael.
It seemed that the remaining power from Death before leaving Roy's body, combined with the absorbed power of Samael, condensed into this magical cat's eye stone.
However, Roy hadn't found a way to use this cat's eye stone yet, so he made a metal ring to fix it and wore it as a pendant around his neck.
Occasionally taking it off to rub it felt pretty good.
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"Alright, Roy, we've said everything we need to say. Actually, we know that with your ability, winning this match won't be difficult. Maybe this is just an old man's worry about gains and losses."
Roy looked up at Allen, who seemed a bit down.
Allen Berg probably felt that he had participated too little in this championship, being completely carried by Roy alone, so he was a bit disappointed.
This was unlike Lambert. This guy's skill level was generally average to begin with, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up as a high school boxing coach. So he didn't mind winning by being carried at all and even wanted to be carried even more smoothly.
Roy felt it was necessary to cheer Allen up a bit. After all, he still had many boxing-related matters that required the assistance of this well-connected university boxing coach.
Especially since Roy would be attending UCLA in the latter half of the year, there were many things in the NCAA matches and at the school that needed Allen to handle.
"Coach Allen, look on the bright side! That's just how life is, maybe this was all planned by God? What you need to do is accept God's gift, not refuse it!"
It must be said that bringing God into the conversation in America really worked. Allen's mood quickly calmed down.
"You're right, maybe this is all God's plan! Alright, Roy, let's go win that damn championship!"
The three of them put their hands together for a final motivational huddle.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, after introducing the basic information of both fighters, we can see the fighters have entered the ring. I have a feeling this is going to be a classic showdown between a superstar rookie and a veteran. Perhaps it could even change the landscape of world boxing for the next decade or more! So viewers who have just tuned into this channel, whatever you do, don't change the channel, you absolutely have to watch this match!"
The process of a boxing match is pretty standard, but since this was the Olympic final stage, the referee didn't need to repeat the rules and prohibitions.
The referee simply called Roy and Félix to touch gloves.
The dark-skinned Félix looked at Roy cautiously. Having reached the finals, there was no chance of underestimating his opponent.
Moreover, due to Roy's series of astonishing performances in the elimination rounds, Roy quickly became the brightest star of this summer, even stealing the spotlight from many veteran sports superstars.
After all, being so handsome and so good at fighting made him a huge draw.
If Roy could really win the Olympic championship, Hollywood might even want him for movies. With such huge traffic, it would be foolish not to capitalize on it!
Therefore, Félix had already thoroughly studied Roy.
Although Roy had fought few matches, there was still a lot of video footage available.
As a result, the more Félix studied, the more alarmed he became. Although Roy had fought very few matches, and the opponents' strength varied greatly, from high school students to college students to veteran amateur boxers, Roy had won almost all of them by KO, and he never fought a second round.
In amateur boxing, especially in heavyweight boxing, being able to do this was simply terrifying.
After all, amateur boxing matches require protective gear, so even a champion of Tyson's caliber performed very poorly in amateur matches and even lost confidence in boxing at one point.
Roy was already this terrifying at just 19 years old. How much more terrifying would he be in a few years?
If Félix knew that Roy was currently suppressing his strength to fight, he wondered if he would be even more despairing?
In any case, Félix, who had already won two Olympic championships, was incredibly solemn at this moment. He had already considered this match the toughest of his career.
As for Roy, he wasn't so serious. He quickly reviewed Félix's physical data in his mind.
Height 1.96 meters, reach 2.10 meters, weight 92 kilograms. This build was quite excellent for boxing.
Don't think that build isn't important in boxing. For a boxer to go far, strength is important, and height and reach are equally important.
If Tyson were a bit taller, combined with his explosive power, he might not have been defeated during his prime.
But similarly, if he wasn't short, Tyson's fighting style wouldn't have been so unique.
Roy's current height was 1.91 meters, reach 2.06 meters, and weight was a standard 91 kilograms. He was slightly smaller than Félix, but the difference wasn't significant.
How could he put a perfect end to this final?
Dong dong dong!
The bell rang, signaling the official start of the match.
Félix immediately threw a jab at Roy. On one hand, it was to prevent Roy from attacking first, and on the other hand, it was to test Roy's strength.
Watching endless match videos was ultimately not as good as feeling it for himself. After all, in Roy's match videos, the opponents' strength varied too greatly, and many of them Félix didn't even recognize.
Roy easily dodged this jab with a slip step, causing Félix's heart to sink.
His punch, both in speed and angle, was perfect, yet Roy still dodged it. This made Félix realize that Roy's physical conditioning was indeed superior to his own.
But this wasn't surprising. Félix was already 33 years old. At this age, no matter how well-maintained, his physical condition would definitely have started to decline. So this Olympics was likely the last one where he could medal.
After testing Roy's agility, Félix prepared to stick to his original plan, using his rich experience in major competitions to defeat Roy with a defensive counter-attack strategy.
Well, this was a very good idea, but Félix didn't know that there was an old saying in the East: wild punches can kill a master.
Roy found it strange that Félix went into a defensive stance after throwing one punch. But if the opponent wasn't going to punch, he had to. They couldn't just stand there in their guards staring at each other, could they?
And so, Roy threw a jab as well. The punch was very straight and had no discernible signs, as if he wasn't using much strength.
However, this seemingly simple jab almost shattered Félix's guard.
Félix was inwardly horrified. He hadn't underestimated Roy's strength at all, and had even mentally increased his estimate of Roy's power, defending with all his might!
Yet, even so, a simple jab from Roy almost broke his guard. If Roy threw a punch with full force, how could he block it?
There was no more time for Félix to think, because Roy's second punch was already unleashed. This left hook landed squarely on his right arm.
With this, Félix could no longer block Roy's punch. His guard was broken, exposing his chin.
What happened next goes without saying. Roy immediately threw a third punch, the last punch of the match, an incredibly swift uppercut like an iron hammer.
Bang!
This punch landed directly on Félix's chin, visibly lifting him off the ground. Although it was only a lift of a dozen centimeters, the scene was still shocking.
The 196-centimeter giant crashed to the canvas, and the referee quickly began the count.
Roy didn't pay attention to the fallen Félix. He had calculated the strength of his punch; that one punch was enough to keep the opponent asleep for a while. So Roy had already started waving to the audience and celebrating.
Ten seconds later.
"Let's congratulate Roy Black! He has become the youngest 91kg Olympic champion in history! This young man has a boundless future, the sky is the limit!"