Chapter 189: [Cambridge University]

"That's right."

After the game, Ma Shao found Gideon and discussed future plans with him.

"It seems that you made some money in the casino again." Ma Shao looked at Gideon, who was beaming with joy, and smiled.

Gideon also laughed and said, "Haha, they think Ward can 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 a major source of income. This was also a drawback of boxing in the past."

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

The "Big Chief" he mentioned was Apache. He was not very clear about the meaning of the word, but since Ma Shao's subordinates all called him that, he just followed the custom.

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

Gideon: "Great Chief, as long as you are in the ring, we will definitely sell as many tickets as possible!"

Ma Shao: "I won't be here all the time. In fact, I have to leave London in a few days, and I don't think I will be involved in fighting too much in the future."

Gideon was stunned: "Who will participate in the competition?"

"My people."

"Are they as powerful as you?"

Ma Shao groaned and said, "No, but they are also very skilled, even more skilled than me, and 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 defend five hundred pounds."

"After me, the 500-pound reward challenge can end," Ma Shao said, "My people will step onto the ring like ordinary boxers."

"The rules of the competition should also be improved. For example, we need to set up weight classes. 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 inevitably be unfair..."

The gap in hardware is the most fundamental gap. Even if a child has great skills, it is impossible for him to fight with an adult.

Ideal competition should obviously be a comparison of technology, and the gap in hardware must be limited.

So, as is common knowledge in later generations, Ma Shao set up several weight classes for the competition.

Next, "promoting and developing traditional Apache martial arts" became the task of a part of the Mashao tribe.

This is an important task. The plot of "a local hero defeating a foreign strongman" always touches people's emotions, especially for the martial Apaches and Europeans.

All the British boxers who came to challenge Ma Shao claimed that it was for the honor of British boxers, at least verbally.

The Apaches were also very excited by Ma Shao's continuous victories in the past few days, most of which could be described as "easy".

In the real world, the Apaches were ants in the eyes of the British Empire, but in this crude arena, the insignificant barbarians beat the empire to a pulp - how exciting it was.

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

Sometimes he even felt that this dignity was like a deliberate or unintentional charity and appeasement: the empire that was rampant in the real world gave its opponents unprecedented dignity and satisfaction in the stadium.

At least in the later era when sports competition culture was promoted globally, he always had such thoughts 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 in the British boxing community, and more challengers came one after another.

Unfortunately, however, they could not challenge Ma Shao.

In fact, from then on, Ma Shao never appeared in any public fighting competition again. He simply left an undefeated record and then left the field.

People gradually ignored his identity. The whole British media reported the news - a warrior from Apache was walking to the physics podium of Cambridge University!

A barbarian warrior from America was going to give an academic report at Cambridge University?

As a result, everyone from the royal family to the common people, inside and outside the physics and boxing circles, men, women, young and old, all knew about Ma Shao's existence.

British public opinion was in an uproar.

If Ma Shao were asked to find a description, he would say that the resurrection of dinosaurs is no more than that.

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

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

"The Apaches are there!"

"This guy is really big. You can see him right away."

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

"Isn't he a liar?"

"If you don't believe in his ability, you can challenge him. I've seen him compete in London with my own eyes... He is simply a dragon."

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

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

"Let's take a picture, Apaches!" Many people came with cameras, but due to the restrictions on the photo-taking process at the time, if they wanted to take a successful photo, they had to get the cooperation of Ma Shao himself first.

"No, thank you... Can you please move aside?" Ma Shao was almost squeezed to the point where he had no way to move.

"Take a picture!"

"I've taken a lot of pictures."

"One more picture, please, sir!"

Ma Shao finally said, "Okay, you can take a photo for me, but after that, you need to make sure I leave the station safely."

"No problem!" A group of photographers got busy and pointed their cameras at Ma Shao.

After taking the photos, Ma Shao and his group rented a horse carriage and headed straight to Cambridge University. Soon they arrived at this prestigious academic palace.

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

"Welcome, Professor Thomson, Mr. Joule, and... um, Mr. Ma Shao." They were greeted by a Cambridge professor in his forties or fifties, who frowned as he recited the Apache name, which he thought was extremely difficult to pronounce.

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

"Hello." Ma Shao greeted.

Professor Smith nodded, and then said meaningfully, "I have read your paper. It is very interesting, but also somewhat confusing... I believe there are many people who are equally confused. You'd better be prepared. Questions from the Royal Society are not easy to deal with."