1840Indian rebirth

duel?

Ma Shao was startled for a moment.

At first, he thought Shikate's request was a bit puzzling. After all, he already had the chance to win and there was no need for a duel.

However, after some thought and observation, he still felt that he should agree to this request for a duel.

First of all, it's because even in a duel, he can almost win for sure.

There is a big difference in physical fitness between the two. Although Lu Shou is also strong, he is still inferior compared to him. He is at least ten centimeters shorter and weighs probably more than ten kilograms less.

If we follow the classification of heavyweights in later generations of fighting, this gap is nothing more than a huge level of suppression, a complete crushing of fighters of the same technical level.

Moreover, Ma Shao not only has physical advantages, but also technical advantages. He trains with soldiers, and fighting is also part of the training. His semi-original military boxing involves many advanced fighting techniques.

Of course, these fighting skills came from the competitions he watched on TV in his previous life. Although he had never practiced them in his previous life, he knew some about the theory.

With advanced theoretical guidance, combined with this life's practical experience, Mashao has indeed mastered many fighting techniques that transcend the times.

Faced with the double oppression of body and time, Lushou had no hope of winning at all.

For the Apaches, victory in the duel is a great honor, which will undoubtedly greatly reduce the resistance of the horse whistle to become the chief.

Ma Shao could feel that not only Deershou, but also most people here did not respect him very much. After all, only a small number of people participated in the Battle of Arapaho.

He needs a win here.

"Okay, I promise you." Ma Shao said.

Shikate asked: "So, according to tradition, you can now choose the venue and weapons."

"Right here, the weapon is our fist."

"Very good!" Lushou seemed very confident in his own level, perhaps because of his thick fingers.

Everyone separated the venue, leaving enough space for the two of them. Almost everyone came to watch, standing, sitting or squatting, surrounding the open space, three levels inside and three outside.

"Who do you think can win?" People talked a lot.

"I think... the horse whistle looks stronger."

"What's the use of being strong? He certainly can't break a finger off a deer's hand!"

"Yes, Lu Shou is the bravest warrior, and he is almost forty years old and has rich experience. Ma Shao is tall. In fact, I heard that he is only fourteen years old. A young man must not understand anything!"

Most of the people in the tribe trust Lu Shou more and are more optimistic about Lu Shou.

Even on a rainy day, I didn’t really trust the horse whistle. Before the duel officially started, I ran over and said, “Why don’t we stop competing? I don’t think it’s necessary... Although Lu Shou doesn’t look as strong as you, his strength is amazing.

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"Don't worry." Ma Shao smiled and stretched his limbs, and the crisp sound of muscles and bones came from under the steel-like muscles.

After saying that, he walked forward and got into a boxing stance: "Let's get started."

To the Apaches, his posture looked strange, or in other words, the fact that he was posing in a specific posture was strange.

In contrast, the deer hand opposite has almost no posture at all, just standing with its legs crossed.

"Ah!" Lushou roared angrily and rushed forward.

When Ma Shao saw this bastard boxing style, he suddenly felt that he had just overestimated him. He turned out to be a reckless man who only knew how to use brute force.

Ma Shao easily dodged Lu Shou's attack, followed by a left jab!

The fist hit Lu Shou's face, but it was not a heavy punch. Moreover, although Lu Shou's fighting skills were far below Ma Shao's expectations, his ability to withstand blows was much higher than expected, and he was almost fine.

Ma Shao was patient, almost teasing, dodging all Lu Shou's attacks while constantly increasing the force of his attacks.

The deer hand couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all. The horse whistle was not only stronger, but also faster and more flexible. It even reminded him of the scene when he beat his son before.

In a short time, he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was panting. However, his attacks were in vain and did not produce any substantial effect.

The outcome has been decided.

The onlookers were naturally surprised and in disbelief.

"Strange, why can't the deer hand be hit at all?"

"Isn't this a kind of magic from Ma Shao? I heard that he is also a shaman..."

Ma Shao looked at Lu Shou, who had a bruised nose and face, and said calmly: "Give in defeat, Lu Shou."

Lushou had no intention of admitting defeat. He roared and rushed forward, and without any surprise, he received another beating.

This time the horse whistle used all his strength, fists and feet, and every move was a heavy blow! His powerful limbs seemed to create a gorgeous storm, and onlookers could also feel this fierce offensive.

Under his fierce attack, even though the deer's hands were rough and fleshy, his body was bruised and his mouth and nose were bleeding. He took a moment to breathe before regaining his balance.

"Aren't you going to admit defeat yet?" Ma Shao asked again, with a bit of unkindness in his voice. He was disgusted with such a stubborn opponent.

Lu Shou still kept fighting, and then became reckless again.

Seeing this, the horse whistle turned around and performed a naked choke, crossed his arms and strangled the deer's neck, and suddenly pressed against its carotid artery with huge force!

As the most famous strangulation technique in Jiu-Jitsu, the power of the naked choke goes without saying.

The deer's hands were weak, so as soon as the horse whistle took hold of it, it was strangled until it almost fainted in a second.

The deer's hands were weak and fell to the ground. He breathed laboriously and his body twitched a few times. He couldn't get up for a long time and completely lost the ability to fight back.

"The duel is over." Ma Shao said lightly, then turned to look at the rainy day, "Let's finish the funeral of the last chief first."

The flash of naked choke just now shocked everyone - with such a simple action, Lu Shou was brought down in an instant?

Even on a rainy day, I was stunned for a moment before I realized: "Okay, let's finish the funeral first."

With Lu Shou's complete defeat in the duel, no one opposed Ma Shao's succession as the new chief, at least not on the surface. The next thing would be a matter of course.

After the funeral in the tent, people began to prepare for the succession ceremony of the new chief.

In the tribal school or classroom, Ma Shao and Yu Tian discussed some topics.

"...The Sleeping Bear Clan's text promotion should be going well, right?" Rainy Day asked, while flipping through some papers with text on them, which were the students' homework.

Ma Shao nodded, but seemed a little distracted: "Yes, most people already know numbers and can write their own names."

On a rainy day, I couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, it's much more difficult for me here. I don't care about the words in my tent. I want to expand the classroom and let the tribe have a more formal school, but it's still like this so far."

"Fortunately, these days are finally over. From now on, everyone in the tribe will learn writing like your clan." He smiled a little on the rainy day, but quickly faded away.

The horse whistle glanced at him and then looked away.

After a long silence, he suddenly said: "You... killed him, right?"