1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 186 [Boxing Broker]

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

Abe quickly felt this terrible gap-he was like a groundhog challenging a lion, weak and clumsy.

In just a few rounds, Whistle easily dodged almost all of his punches, and then responded with an irresistible thump.

The fist the size of a sandbag could have hit Abe's head, but the horse sentry didn't want to kill anyone, so he withdrew a little force and changed his position.

"boom!"

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, holding his chest and having difficulty breathing.

After a long while, although he got up, he obviously couldn't fight anymore.

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

It took less than half a minute from Abe's attack to being knocked down with a punch.

Before many people could react, Abe, who was still fierce just now, had collapsed on the ground without dignity.

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

Dr. Mayo was also very surprised. He didn't know the various fighting trainings that Horse Whistle organized in the army.

After communicating with the horse whistle in the British academic circles, he subconsciously formed some stereotypes, and rarely thought that the horse whistle 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.

Luanfa, as an Apache soldier who has been with the horse post for a long time, naturally expected this, so he smiled at the surprised Dr. Mayo: "Ten of this kind of scumbags are not enough for the chief call taxi!"

Sebastian said: "Such hooligans are not worth mentioning. Only boxers who have won a gold belt 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, hesitated for a while, and finally said.

They turned away.

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

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

"How strong is he?" At this moment, the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes who had a different style of painting among the few people said.

Abe looked up at him: "I don't know. But you also saw it, Gideon, even if he didn't dodge my fist, it wouldn't hurt him at all, and he only needs one punch to knock me down on the ground." land."

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

After about half an hour.

The door of the bookstore.

"John Gideon?" Horse Whistle looked at the man in front of him, "What did you just say you were?"

"Professional agents," Gideon said, and then emphatically, "the kind that's for boxers."

Ma Shao: "Is that Abe your client?"

"Probably." Gideon nodded.

Mayo said at this time: "Does the professional agent who serves boxers also serve gamblers?"

Embarrassed, Gideon said, "That's true in a way. That's the way it is in this business. We find potential fighters, put them in challenges, and let the audience bet on them."

Ma Shuo asked again: "So you came to look for me because you think I'm a boxer with potential?"

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

"Boxing champion?"

"Yes, champion of boxing," Gideon said. "Your physique is far beyond ordinary people, and almost no one can match it. This is already a huge advantage, not to mention you have amazing agility. Any boxer or martial artist, dream Everyone wants to have that kind of talent.”

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

The horse whistle seemed unmoved.

Gideon took a few more sneaky glances, and felt that although Ma Shao was a yellow man, he didn't seem to be short of money, and even looked like a great nobleman. His entourage around him were all well-dressed, including two white men.

For a big nobleman, "thousands of pounds" is really not attractive.

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

"There is still honor in the field of boxing?" Dr. Mayo said, he seemed to be quite disgusted with boxing.

Gideon paused: "At the moment, boxing does suffer a lot of criticism, but I think the sport will get more recognition in the future."

He continued to say to the horse whistle: "Think about it, Mr. horse whistle, if you can beat those famous boxers and become the champion, all the British will know you, and your name will be mentioned in newspapers all over the world. Isn't that right?" Is it a great honor? Who wouldn't want to be famous all over the world?"

Horse Whistle thought for a while: "Mr. Gideon, have you heard of my name?"

Gideon was a little surprised: "No—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 want to understand what this had to do with academics.

Obviously, although he thinks he is not within the scope of Mayo's views, he does know little about academic news.

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

Mayo couldn't help saying: "Chief, with all due respect, entering this field is not a good thing. There are only hooligans, no real fighters, and no heroes worthy of respect."

"Maybe, but I decided to give it a try," said Horse Whistle. "For me, European prestige is an important need. There are people who are enthusiastic about physics, but there are also many people who don't care about physics. I not only I hope the former know me, and I hope the latter know me."

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

He has long realized that, just like his physics, Apache military boxing is also something that transcends the times. Even if it is not as crushing as physics, it is 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 champion is difficult to be elegant.

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

(End of this chapter)