"That's right."

After the game, Horse Whistle approached Gideon to discuss his future plans.

"Looks like you've made another fortune at the casino." Ma Whistle looked at Gideon and smiled.

Gideon also laughed: "Haha, they thought Ward would be able to defeat you, but I believe that no one can defeat you, you are the chosen one!" ”

Ma Whistle put away his smile and turned the conversation: "If any business wants to run for a long time, profit is essential, but gambling is not suitable as the main source of income, which is also a disadvantage of boxing in the past. ”

"What are you going to do, Great Chief?" Gideon said.

The 'Great Chief' in his mouth was an Apache language, and he didn't quite know what it meant, but since the Horse Sentry's subordinates called it that, he followed suit.

"Tickets, sponsorship." Ma Whistle said, "We have to rely on these two items first, and we can also try teaching, although it may not be easy to make a profit, but at least it is much better than gambling and match-fixing." ”

Gideon: "Great Chief, as long as you are in the ring, there will definitely be as many tickets as you sold!" ”

Ma Whistle: "I'm not going to be there all the time, in fact I'm going to have to leave London in a few days, and I don't think I'll be involved much in martial arts in the future." ”

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

"My people."

"Are they as strong as you?"

"No, but they are also highly skilled, even more skilled than me, and they are all qualified fighters. ”

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

"After me, the five-hundred-pound reward challenge can be over." "My people will go into the ring like ordinary fighters. ”

"The rules of the fight should also be perfect, like we have to set a weight division, and I can take on the challenge of all the weight classes because there are almost no heavier fighters than me, but everyone else is different."

"Weight is a huge gap, and we should let people with little difference in weight participate in the competition, otherwise it will inevitably be unfair......"

The gap in hardware is the most fundamental gap, and even if a child is skilled, it is impossible for him to fight hand-to-hand with an adult.

The ideal competition should obviously be a comparison of technologies, and it is necessary to limit the gap in hardware.

So, as was the common sense that came to be known in later generations, the horse whistle set several heavyweights for the game.

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

This is an important task, and the passage of "the national hero defeating the foreign strongman" is always easy to touch people's emotions, especially for the martial Apache and Europeans.

The British fighters who came to challenge the whistle were all proclaimed for the honor of the British fighters, at least in words.

The Horse Whistle's succession of victories, most of which can be described as "easy", over the past few days, has also thrilled the Apache people.

In the real world, the Apache were ants in the eyes of the British Empire, and in this humble ring, the insignificant barbarians beat the empire to the ground for teeth - how exhilarating it is.

Of course, the dignity that the horse whistle really aspires to is not only in the ring, or not in the ring at all.

He sometimes even feels that this dignity is a kind of alms and appeasements, intentional or unintentional: the empire that runs rampant in the real world gives its opponents unprecedented dignity and satisfaction on the stadium.

At least in later generations, when the culture of competitive sports was spread around the world, he would always have the idea when he looked at countries that were in tatters but regarded a sport as the supreme pursuit.

So for him, honor in the ring is a means, not an end.

Unsurprisingly, Ward's defeat sparked a backlash from the British boxing community, with more challengers pouring in.

Unfortunately, they couldn't challenge the horse.

In fact, Ma Whistle has never been seen in any public martial arts matches since, leaving behind an undefeated record before leaving the field.

People gradually ignored his identity, and the media all over the UK reported the news that soldiers from Apache were walking to the physics podium at Cambridge University!

A barbarian warrior from the Americas, going to give an academic presentation at Cambridge University?!

This time, from the princes and nobles, to the peddlers and pawns, inside and outside the circle of physics and boxing, men, women and children, all knew about the existence of horse whistles.

Public opinion in Britain is completely boiling.

If he had to find a way to describe it, he would think that the resurrection of dinosaurs would be nothing more than that.

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

Crowded with people, the hustle and bustle is extreme.

"The Apache are there!"

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

"Unbelievable, this bison-like Indian is still a physicist?"

"He can't be a liar, right?"

"If you don't believe in his quality, you can challenge him, but I've seen him fight in London...... He's a dragon. ”

"I mean physics, how can he be a physicist? It doesn't make sense, I'd rather believe that Tom next door to me is a physicist. ”

"Who knows, I don't know physics, anyway, it's going to be some kind of academic report, I believe the Royal Society will tell us the answer, I heard that Mr. Faraday will also attend......"

"Take a picture, Apaches!" Many people came with their cameras, but due to the limited process at this time, they had to win the cooperation of Ma Whistle himself in order to successfully take a photo.

"No, thank you...... Can you give it a moment? "The horse whistle was almost squeezed to the point where there was no way out.

"Let's take a picture!"

"I've taken a lot of pictures."

"Take another picture, please, sir!"

Eventually, the whistle said, "Okay, you can take a picture of me, but after that, you need to make sure I leave this station." ”

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

After taking the photos, Ma Xian and his party rented a horse-drawn carriage and headed straight for Cambridge University, arriving at this prestigious academic hall in a short time.

Although British public opinion at this time was full of news about horse whistles, Cambridge University, as the top university in the United Kingdom, still retained its reserve and did not treat him specially.

"Welcome, Professor Thomson, Mr. Joule, and ...... Well, Mr. Whistle. They were greeted by a Cambridge professor in his forties and fifties, frowning slightly as he recited the name of the Apache language, which seemed to him to be extremely awkward.

"Long time no see, Professor Smith." Kelvin and Joule, who clearly knew the man, smiled.

"Hello." The horse whistle greeted.

Professor Smith nodded, and then said as if meaningfully, "I've read your paper, it's very fascinating, but it's also a little confusing...... I'm sure there are many people who are equally confused, and you better be prepared, as questions from the Royal Society are not so easy to deal with. ”