International Boxing Council - Current IBC World Title Holders

Current IBC World Title Holders

Weight class: Champion: Reign began:
Strawweight Vacant
Junior Flyweight Vacant
Flyweight Vacant
Super Flyweight Vacant
Bantamweight Vacant
Super Bantamweight Vacant
Featherweight Vacant
Super Featherweight Vacant
Lightweight Vacant
Junior Welterweight Volodymyr Kravets August 30, 2010
Welterweight Vacant
Junior Middleweight Vacant
Middleweight Vacant
Super Middleweight Vacant
Light Heavyweight Vacant
Cruiserweight Alexander Gurov October 21, 2012
Heavyweight Vacant

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