1840Indian rebirth

"That's right."

After the game, the horse whistler found Gideon to discuss future plans with him.

"It seems that you made another fortune in the casino." Ma Shao looked at Gideon who was beaming with joy and smiled.

Gideon also laughed and said: "Haha, they thought Ward could defeat you, but I believe no one can defeat you. You are the chosen fighter!"

Ma Shao put away his smile and changed the subject: "For any business to operate in the long term, profit is essential, but gambling is not suitable as the main source of income. This was also a shortcoming of boxing in the past."

"Warchief, what are you going to do?" Gideon said.

The 'big chief' he spoke of was Apache, and he didn't quite understand the meaning of the word, but since Mashao's subordinates all called him that, he followed the custom.

"Tickets, sponsorship." Mashao said, "We have to rely on these two first, and we can also try teaching. Although it may not be easy to make a profit, it is at least much better than gambling and cracking down on match-fixing."

Gideon: "Great Chief, as long as you are in the ring, the tickets will be sold as much as you want!"

Ma Shao: "I won't be here forever. In fact, I have to leave London in a few days, and I probably won't participate in many fights in the future."

Gideon was stunned: "Then who will participate in the competition?"

"My people."

"Are they as powerful as you?"

Ma Shao muttered: "No, but they are also very skilled, even more skilled than me. They are all qualified fighters."

Gideon couldn't help but frown: "But only the most powerful warriors can attract so much attention and money... At least, they may not be able to keep five hundred pounds."

"After me, the five hundred pound reward challenge can end." Ma Shao said, "My people will step into the ring like ordinary boxers."

"The rules of the competition should also be improved. For example, we have to set up a weight class. I can accept challenges from all weight classes because there are almost no boxers heavier than me, but others are different."

"Weight is a huge gap. We should allow people with similar weights to participate in the competition, otherwise it will be unfair..."

The hardware gap is the most fundamental gap. No matter how skilled a child is, it is impossible for him to fight hand-to-hand with an adult.

The ideal competition should obviously be a comparison of technologies, and the gap in hardware must be limited.

Therefore, as is well-known common sense in later generations, Mashao set several weight classes for the competition.

Next, "promoting and developing traditional Apache martial arts" became the work of some Ma Shao people.

This is an important job, and plots such as "domestic heroes defeat foreign heroes" are always easy to touch people's emotions, especially for the martial Apaches and Europeans.

All the British boxers who came to challenge the whistle claimed that they were for the honor of British boxers, at least verbally.

In the past few days, Mashao's continuous victories, most of which can be described as "easy", have also made the Apache people very excited.

In the real world, the Apache is an ant in the eyes of the British Empire, but in this simple arena, the insignificant barbarians beat the empire to pieces - how exciting this is.

Of course, the dignity that Ma Shao really yearns for is not just in the ring, or it is not in the ring at all.

Sometimes he even feels that this kind of dignity is like a kind of charity and comfort, intentional or unintentional: the empire that runs rampant in the real world gives its opponents unprecedented dignity and satisfaction in the stadium.

At least in the later era when sports competition culture was promoted to the world, he would always come up with this idea when looking at those dilapidated countries that regarded a certain sport as the highest pursuit.

Therefore, for him, honor in the ring is a means, not a goal.

As expected, Ward's defeat caused a strong reaction from the British boxing community, and more challengers came one after another.

Unfortunately, they could not challenge the horse whistle.

In fact, since then, Mashao has never appeared in any public fighting competition. He just left an undefeated record and then left the field.

People gradually ignored his identity. Media across the UK reported the news - the Apache warrior was walking towards the physics lecture hall at Cambridge University!

A barbarian warrior from America is going to give an academic lecture at Cambridge University?!

At this time, everyone from the princes and nobles to the traffickers and footmen, men, women and children inside and outside the circles of physics and boxing knew about the existence of the horse whistle.

British public opinion was completely boiling.

If Ma Shao was asked to find a description, he felt that the resurrection of dinosaurs was nothing more than that.

When he arrived in Cambridge by train, reporters and onlookers almost surrounded him.

There were huge crowds of people and it was extremely noisy.

"The Apaches are there!"

"This guy is really a big guy, you can see him at a glance."

"It's unbelievable that this buffalo-like Indian is actually a physicist?"

"Could he be a liar?"

"If you don't believe in his strength, you can challenge him. I saw him play in London with my own eyes... He is simply a giant dragon."

"I mean physics. How can he be a physicist? It doesn't make sense. I would rather believe that Tom next door is a physicist."

"Who knows, I don't understand physics. Anyway, there will be some academic report soon. I believe the Royal Society will tell us the answer. I heard that Mr. Faraday will also attend..."

"Take a photo, Apache!" Many people came with cameras, but due to the current photo-taking process, if they wanted to successfully take a photo, they had to first obtain the cooperation of the horse whistler himself.

"No, thank you...can you please give me a moment?" The horse whistle was almost squeezed and had no way to go.

“Take a picture!”

"I've taken a lot of pictures."

"Take another photo, please, sir!"

The horse whistle finally had to say: "Okay, you can take a photo for me, but after that, you need to ensure that I leave this station smoothly."

"No problem!" A group of reporters got busy and pointed their cameras at the horse whistle.

After taking the photos, Ma Shao and his party rented a carriage and went straight to Cambridge University, arriving at this prestigious academic palace not long after.

Although British public opinion at this time was full of news about Ma Shao, as the top university in the UK, Cambridge University still retained its reserve and did not give him special treatment.

"Welcome, Professor Thomson, Mr. Joule, and...well, Mr. Ma Shao." The person who received them was a Cambridge professor in his forties or fifties, frowning slightly as he read this sentence that he thought was extremely difficult to speak.

Pakhi name.

"Long time no see, Professor Smith." Kelvin and Joule obviously knew this person and smiled.

"Hello." The horse whistle greeted.

Professor Smith nodded, and then said with meaning: "I have read your paper. It is very attractive, but there are also some confusing parts... I believe that there are many people who are similarly confused. You'd better do it."

With some preparation, questions from the Royal Society will not be easy to deal with."