1840Indian rebirth

"If there is no second Apache in London who accepts a boxer challenge, then it should be me." Mashao said with a smile.

Joule's smile faded a bit: "I know you are a martial nation. In fact, the British are also very martial. Some people are even willing to pay their lives for it. But I still want to remind you that boxing is a high-risk sport.

Activities, at least, are much riskier than physics.”

The horse whistle nodded: "You are right, but what I participate in is not boxing, but Apache combat."

"Apache fighting skills?" Joule frowned slightly.

Ma Shao: "I'm going to participate in a competition soon. Come and take a look, Joule. I believe you will soon realize that this sport is completely different from boxing."

Joule: "Okay."

Gideon helped Mashao rent an open-air arena as a competition venue, not far from the hotel where they stayed.

It is said to be a ring, but compared with the professional fighting rings of later generations, this place is no different from an open space, that is, the ground is cleaner, and it will not be too dirty if you fall on the ground.

The UK is not that big, and with the railways and telegraphs being relatively popular, it can be said to be the area with the fastest information dissemination in the world.

The games over the past few days have already earned Ma Shao quite a reputation, and his next opponent is also very famous locally, so many onlookers and reporters gathered early.

Hundreds of people were watching here, and the small place seemed a bit crowded.

"He's coming, he's coming!"

"The Apache God of War is here!"

As the horse whistle appeared, there was a sudden commotion among the onlookers, followed by several scoldings.

"Don't crowd, you are not allowed to enter the competition venue!"

In addition to onlookers, there are naturally many people maintaining order, including security guards employed by horse posts and local public security police.

According to the law, the police should stop the activities here.

But the police do not strictly enforce the law, especially for boxing matches that are popular among the people. As long as they are not obviously involved in gangs or crimes, they often choose to turn a blind eye.

Of course, they generally do not take the initiative to help maintain the order of boxing matches.

The reason why they are here is first of all because this is a "charity fundraiser".

There's another reason, and probably more important - there's free beer for them.

In name, it's to assist in charity fund-raising activities, but in fact it's to drink beer and watch a boxing match... Is there a more beautiful police job in the world?

"Thomson, you are here too." Joule saw his old friend.

Thomson smiled: "Of course I'm here, I came with Ma Shao. I have to say that Apache fighting is much more interesting than boxing. I don't even want to go to Cambridge."

Joule: "The meeting is in three days, right?"

"Yes, so we can still watch the game for two more days," Thomson said.

"The game is about to begin!" John Gideon appeared in the center of the field as the host. He was wearing a neat suit and his voice was loud.

"First of all, I would like to invite the challenger - Nicholas Ward!" He extended his hand to signal and looked at the challenger on one side of the field, a strong man in his thirties.

"Today's game must be exciting!" The crowd was in commotion again.

"I'm very curious whether this guy Ward will show his 'unique understanding' of the rules again. Although he is a powerful boxer, his reputation has never been very good..."

"This is not boxing, but Apache fighting, a real man's fighting. Ward's previous methods are useless!" People talked a lot.

Ward was also surrounded by some people, obviously his friends, and among them was a familiar face, the gangster Abe who provoked the whistle a few days ago.

"He looks like a big stupid guy." Ward looked at the horse whistle who was taking off his shirt and said.

"I thought so at first," Abe said, "but in fact he is very flexible and strong...Ward, I believe only you can deal with him, but you must also be careful."

In the increasingly heated atmosphere, Gideon announced the rules of the competition: "Apache fighting art advocates martial ethics, and the basic principle is to respect the opponent and respect life."

"There is no doubt that the following actions are serious illegal actions, including kicking in the crotch, gouging in the eyes, and hitting the back of the head... Any party that commits serious illegal actions will be directly sentenced to lose."

"The game ends when one party surrenders or is unable to resist."

"According to the agreement, if the challenger wins, he will receive a bonus of five hundred pounds and a one-pound deposit will be refunded. If he fails, the deposit will not be refunded. All unrefunded deposits will be used as part of charity to help the unfortunate Irish suffering from the famine.

people."

After introducing the rules, Gideon raised his voice and said excitedly: "Let us welcome the God of War from the Americas, the invincible fighter, the Apache Chief of Horse Whistle!"

The crowd then burst into enthusiastic voices.

"Apache, Apache!" Some people admired the powerful and handsome exotic fighter.

There are also people who unconditionally support local boxers: "Ward, beat this country bumpkin!"

"Ward, you are not fighting alone. You represent the British Empire and all the boxers in London. Don't lose to this savage from America!"

Amidst the boiling sound, Ma Shao slowly walked to the middle of the field, naked to the upper body and wearing loose white trousers on the lower body, like Taekwondo trousers.

This is one of the rules he set. Contestants can be topless, but their lower bodies should be well-dressed.

After all, chest muscles and abdominal muscles can be beautiful, but two hairy legs are inevitably unsightly, even though Indians have almost no leg hair.

If fighting wants to get rid of the "barbaric" label, some formal work must be done.

Ward also followed the rules and was shirtless but wearing trousers.

"Hello, challenger." The horse whistle stepped forward and saluted, spreading his hands on both sides, a gesture similar to a welcome, but also like slightly holding something up.

This is a etiquette he specially set up for the competition, which means magnanimity and respect. Both sides of the competition must exchange this etiquette before they can start fighting.

Decent clothing and etiquette, these intuitive designs add a lot of color to "Apache Fighting", which immediately distinguishes it from the barbaric boxing sport in people's minds.

Amateurs are particularly enthusiastic about this and are rushing to imitate it. Mashao's simple white trousers have become a hot item and are sold in many clothing stores in London.

The boxers may not care, but since they have participated in the competition and want the five hundred pound bonus, they must abide by the rules.

So like all challengers, Ward imitated the movements of a horse whistle and made a salute.