44: Chapter 44 Bone Resonance Explosion? The US Agent Goes Crazy: Who taught this in middle school physics?!

"F = ma."

Elder Qing Rou's eyes narrowed; that was the truth she had learned from a physics book, and it was the most fundamental law of mechanics in the world.

Since her mass (m) was not as large as her opponent's, she would just max out the acceleration (a)!

Inch power! Explode!

The energy within her body simulated the movement trajectory of a high-pressure piston, instantly completing the transformation from stillness to extreme speed.

"Wild Horse... Parts Its Mane!"

"Bang—!!!"

An incredibly dull, thunderous sound exploded inside the octagon cage.

The sound didn't seem like someone being hit; it was more like a heavy hammer slamming into a cowhide drum, the dull echo making the eardrums of the front-row audience ache.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Everyone's jaws dropped to the floor.

They saw that Titan, weighing two hundred kilograms and loaded with technology and heavy-duty enhancements, flying up in a way that defied common physical sense (though, in reality, it was perfectly consistent with it) under Elder Qing Rou's seemingly feather-light push.

He didn't fall backward; he flew backward.

He traced a perfect parabola in the air, like a launched human cannonball, flying over the fence of the octagon, over the VIP seats in the first row, and over the head of the stunned referee.

"Boom!"

A deafening crash.

Titan slammed against the three-centimeter-thick alloy wall of the cruise ship's banquet hall like a painting being slapped onto a surface.

Then, he slowly slid down.

A ten-centimeter-deep human-shaped indentation was left on the wall, surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks—the result of structural damage caused by the instantaneous release of kinetic energy.

Titan twitched twice, spat out a mouthful of white foam mixed with blue serum, rolled his eyes back, and passed out completely.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Even the sound of waves hitting the ship's hull became exceptionally clear; the previously noisy arena was now as quiet as a giant tomb.

In the private box, the Eagle agent director let the red wine glass in his hand drop to the floor with a "clatter," spilling expensive red wine all over his crotch, but he didn't notice, remaining as stiff as a statue.

"What... what is this?"

The director pointed below with a trembling hand, his voice becoming sharp and distorted from extreme shock: "Is this magic? Or a superpower?"

Inside the octagon.

Elder Qing Rou withdrew her hand. She didn't strike any grandmaster pose, but instead hurriedly pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her hand with a look of disgust.

"So much oil..."

Elder Qing Rou muttered softly, her brows knitted with the helplessness of a housewife facing stubborn grease stains.

"Did this person not bathe? This sweat smells stronger than urea. I'll have to scrub it off with dish soap later."

She finished wiping her hand, smoothed out her clothes—which hadn't been messy to begin with—and then looked at the already stupefied host with an innocent and shy expression.

"Um... did I win?"

"If I won, can I go eat lobster now? Jiang Chen said it wouldn't be fresh if we went too late."

The host looked at this "old lady," who appeared harmless to humans and animals alike, as if he had seen a ghost. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he stuttered as he raised the microphone: "The... the winner... is Huaxia!"

"Whoosh—!!!"

The delayed exclamations finally erupted, like a suppressed volcano suddenly exploding.

But Elder Qing Rou didn't care about any of this.

Like a primary school student who had done a good deed, she walked quickly to the edge of the cage, took the thermos cup handed to her by Jiang Chen, and tilted her head back to take a gulp of goji berry water.

"Jiang Chen, how was my use of the 'four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds' technique?" Elder Qing Rou's eyes shone as she sought praise. "I followed what the book said, utilizing the principle of his kinetic and potential energy conversion, and adjusted the force vector the moment we made contact."

"Perfect."

Jiang Chen gave a thumbs up, smiling like a fox that had stolen a chicken: "That's not called kung fu; that's called applied physics. Even Newton would have to lift his coffin lid to applaud you."

"That's right."

Elder Qing Rou lifted her chin proudly: "I'll have to study that thing called the lever principle later. I think what Archimedes said makes a lot of sense. Give me a fulcrum, and I might just be able to pry this whole ship up."

The two chatted as if no one else were around, heading toward the buffet area, leaving behind a floor covered in broken glasses and shattered worldviews.

...

That night, this ten-second match video was pushed to the top of the dark web.

The title was simple: [Huaxia Kung Fu? No, this is Eastern sorcery!]

Meanwhile, in a corner of the deck.

Several Eagle agents who had just woken up from unconsciousness were conducting an on-site investigation around Titan, who hadn't been taken away yet.

"Sir!"

A technician holding a scanner turned pale: "Titan's sternum is completely shattered! And... and the pattern of this comminuted fracture is very strange."

"How is it strange?"

"It doesn't look like it was caused by an external impact."

The technician pointed at the X-ray on the screen, his fingers trembling: "It's more like some kind of high-frequency vibration wave penetrated the skin and flesh, triggering a resonance explosion directly inside the bones! This is simply not an effect that human strength can achieve; this technique... it's like using the human body as an ultrasonic weapon!"

The Eagle agent gasped.

Resonance?

Is this what Huaxia calls "internal energy"?

"This is impossible!" the lead agent gritted his teeth, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "This isn't scientific! How could any human turn themselves into an oscillator?"

"No, this is very scientific."

A cold voice sounded behind them.

Jiang Chen had walked over at some point, holding a giant Australian lobster claw in his hand, chewing on it with great relish.

"This is called frequency resonance; it's taught in middle school physics."

Jiang Chen pointed at the still-smoking Titan, like a patient teacher instructing a poor student.

"As long as you find his natural frequency, a gentle push yields exceptional results. Your big guy here might look tough, but his structure is too rigid, all hard connections, with no cushioning. Where we come from, this is a typical shoddy project with zero seismic resistance."

"You..." the lead agent was choked with anger.

"Alright, enough with the 'you's."

Jiang Chen spat out a piece of shrimp shell: "Go back and tell your boss to hold fewer of these events that are called fighting but are actually just scams. Our old lady has a bad temper; this time she just pushed someone, next time she might dismantle the ship. By the way, I suggest you improve your formula; that blue serum has too many side effects and easily leads to osteoporosis."

After saying this, Jiang Chen picked up the remaining half of the lobster and turned to leave.

Halfway there, he seemed to remember something, turned back, and added: "Oh right, this lobster tastes good; remember to settle the bill. We Huaxia people are particular; if we can't finish, we have to pack it up, no wasting."

Watching Jiang Chen's arrogant back.

The lead agent clenched his fists but felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Physics?

To hell with physics!

What kind of physics lets you fly a two-hundred-kilogram man like a kite? What middle school physics teaches this?

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