1840Indian rebirth

The double crushing of physical fitness and skills can create a species-level gap.

Abe soon felt this terrible gap - he was like a prairie dog challenging a lion, weak and clumsy.

In just a few back and forth, Ma Shao easily dodged almost all of his punches, and then responded with an irresistible blow.

The fist as big as a sandbag could have hit Abe's head, but the horse whistle did not want to cause death, so he withdrew some force and changed his position.

"Bang!"

He punched Abe in the chest.

Although he has controlled the power, such a punch is still too heavy for Abe to bear.

So with just one punch, Abe was knocked to the ground, clutching his chest and having difficulty breathing.

After a while, although he got up, it was obvious that he could no longer fight.

"I originally thought this would be a battle." Ma Shao said calmly, his suit as neat as ever.

It took less than half a minute from Abe's attack to the moment he was knocked down with one punch.

Before many people could react, Abe, who had looked fierce just now, was already paralyzed on the ground without dignity.

The white men traveling with Abe all opened their eyes in shock, unable to believe the scene in front of them: "This -"

Dr. Mayo was also extremely surprised. He did not know about the various combat training organized by Ma Shao in the army.

After some exchanges with Ma Shao in the British academic world, he subconsciously developed some stereotypes, and rarely thought that Ma Shao might have amazing combat effectiveness.

After all, in the eyes of most people, there seems to be some conflict between the two identities of scientist and fighter.

As an Apache soldier who had been following the horse whistle for a long time, Ranfa had naturally expected this, so he smiled at the surprised Dr. Mayo and said: "Ten of these dirty things wouldn't be enough for the chief."

Hit!"

Sebastian said: "Such gangsters are not worth mentioning. Only boxers who have won gold belts are worthy of challenging the chief."

"Let's go." Ma Shao looked at Abe who was a little unwilling but did not dare to say anything. He hesitated for a moment and finally said.

They turned and left.

Several of Abe's companions gathered around, and someone asked: "Why did you lose so quickly? Did you miss?"

Abe lowered his head and said after a long time: "I didn't miss, it was because he was too strong..."

"How strong is he?" At this time, the middle-aged man in a suit and leather suit with a somewhat different style among the people said.

Abe raised his head and glanced at him: "I don't know. But you also saw, Gideon, even if my fist is not dodged by him, it can't hurt him at all, and he only needs one punch to knock me down."

land."

Gideon was silent for a moment, then looked in the direction where the horse whistlers and others left, hesitated for a moment, and then followed...

About half an hour later.

The entrance of the bookstore.

"John Gideon?" The horse whistle looked at the man in front of him, "What did you just say you were?"

"Professional agents," Gideon said, then emphasized, "The kind that only serve boxers."

Ma Shao: "Is that Abe your client?"

"So be it." Gideon nodded.

Mayo said at this time: "Do professional agents who serve boxers also serve gamblers?"

Gideon was a little embarrassed, but still said: "That's true to a certain extent. That's what this business is like. We identify potential fighters, let them participate in challenges, and let the audience place bets."

Ma Shao asked again: "So you came here to find me because you think I am a potential boxer?"

"No." Gideon's answer was surprising, and then he added, "In my opinion, your potential is not a boxer, but...a boxing champion."

"Boxing champion?"

"Yes, boxing champion." Gideon said, "Your physique is far beyond ordinary people, almost unmatched by anyone. This is already a huge advantage, not to mention your amazing agility. Any boxer or martial artist can only dream of

Everyone wants to have such a talent."

"I believe that with a little training and familiarity with the rules of boxing, you can become a boxing champion, which can bring you huge wealth, thousands of pounds!"

The horse whistle looked unmoved.

Gideon secretly took a few more glances, and felt that although Ma Shao was a yellow man, he seemed not short of money, and even looked like a big noble. The entourage around him was all well-dressed, including two white men.

For a big aristocrat, "thousands of pounds" does not seem very attractive.

So Gideon added: "And honor, of course."

"Is there any honor in the field of boxing?" said Dr. Mayo, who seemed to be quite disgusted with boxing.

Gideon hesitated: "At present, boxing has indeed suffered a lot of criticism, but I think this sport will get more recognition in the future."

He continued to say to Ma Shao: "Think about it, Mr. Ma Shao, if you can defeat those famous boxers and become the boxing champion, all the British people will know you, and your name will be mentioned in newspapers all over the world. Isn't this right?

A huge honor? Who wouldn’t want to be world-famous?”

The horse whistle thought for a while: "Mr. Gideon, have you heard of my name?"

Gideon was a little surprised: "Not before today."

Mayo once again expressed his disdain for boxing: "People who like boxing don't pay attention to academics."

Gideon frowned. He didn't care about Mayo's disdain for boxing, and he didn't consider himself a "person who likes boxing." For him, it was just a business.

He just didn't understand what this had to do with academics.

Obviously, although he believed that he was not within the attack range of Mayo's views, he did know very little about the news in the academic world.

Ma Shao suddenly said: "If I want to enter the field of boxing or fighting, do you have any plans?"

Mayo couldn't help but said: "Great Chief, with all due respect, it is not a good thing to enter this field. There are only ruffians there, no real warriors, and no heroes worthy of respect."

"Maybe, but I decided to give it a try." Ma Shao said, "For me, European reputation is an important need. Some people are enthusiastic about physics, but there are also many people who know nothing about it. Not only do I

I hope the former knows me, and I hope the latter can know me."

During the process of organizing fighting training in the army, he had the idea of ​​entering the fighting world more than once.

He had long realized that, just like his physics, Apache Military Boxing was also something that transcended the times. Even if it was not as crushing as physics, it was still enough to have a huge impact in this era.

But as Mayo said, the reputation of boxing in this era is quite bad, and even the so-called boxing champions can hardly reach the level of elegance.

Moreover, the cost of becoming famous in the field of boxing is much higher than that of becoming famous in academia. In this chaotic circle, if you are not careful, you may even lose your life.