45: Chapter 45 Newton is turning in his grave! The internet is abuzz with the message: Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you can tear Titans apart!

The waves from that night on the Poseidon did not stop at the high seas.

It was like a tsunami, traveling along the undersea fiber-optic cables to stir up massive waves on the other side of the ocean.

The ten-second video of "Granny pushes a 200-pound strongman away with one hand" dominated every major social media platform globally within just one hour.

Twitter crashed, and the programmers were cursing in the server room.

YouTube's servers were smoking as data throughput hit its peak instantly.

Even Wall Street elites who never cared about current events were frantically sharing that GIF—Elder Qing Rou looking innocent as she tossed the Titan, known as "Humanity's Strongest Weapon," into a wall like trash.

The public frenzy quickly evolved into a challenge.

Countless "#QingrouChallenge" videos popped up on TikTok overnight.

Numerous fitness influencers tried to replicate that seemingly effortless push, resulting in hundreds of unlucky people ending up in emergency rooms worldwide that day with sprained wrists and broken ribs.

The headlines were diverse, filled with the West's fear and curiosity regarding Eastern mysterious powers:

"Eastern Witchcraft? Or Human Limits?"

"Huaxia Granny Square Dance Combat Tutorial!"

"Shocking! Newton's Coffin Lid Can't Be Held Down!"

"God Is Dead, Kung Fu Is Eternal!"

Meanwhile, the Eagle, serving as the backdrop, was experiencing an unprecedented crisis of trust.

"This is the super soldier you spent fifty billion dollars to create? Can't even beat an old lady?"

"Refund! Is this how taxpayer money is squandered?"

"We strongly demand the release of that Huaxia woman's physical data! She must have cheated! She definitely has a powered exoskeleton installed on her!"

Facing the overwhelming skepticism, the Eagle's intelligence agency could no longer sit still.

They held an emergency global press conference the next morning. The spokesperson, a fleshy-faced white man, spat as he accused Huaxia of using "despicable biological electromagnetic weapons" and claimed that the Titan's failure was due to an "inhumane sneak attack."

To respond to these accusations, the Xinhuo Bureau decided—to fight back head-on.

New York, CNN News Press Center.

The camera flashes were as bright as a thousand suns exploding at once.

Over a hundred top media outlets from around the world packed the place tight.

All cameras and microphones were aimed at the podium.

Two people were sitting there.

One was Jiang Chen, wearing a hoodie and holding a thermos, with an expression that said, "I'm just quietly watching my Elder show off."

The other was Elder Qing Rou, who was at the center of the storm, currently staring blankly at the "Advanced Mathematics (Tongji 7th Edition)" in her hands.

"Mr. Jiang!"

A CNN reporter took the lead, their tone aggressive.

"Regarding the power used by your country's participant on the high seas that was able to send a 200-kilogram object flying, American experts believe it was the use of a micro anti-gravity device or some kind of highly concentrated adrenaline stimulant. How do you explain this?"

The room went silent.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Jiang Chen's defense.

Jiang Chen took a sip of water and slowly set the cup down.

"Anti-gravity?" Jiang Chen laughed, looking as if he were watching a fool. "My reporter friend, you have a very vivid imagination. It's a pity you don't write scripts for Marvel."

He pointed to Elder Qing Rou beside him.

"Let me introduce her. This is Ms. Li Qingrou. She is the so-called super soldier you speak of. But in reality, she is just an ordinary retired employee of our national botanical research institute. Her biggest hobbies are planting flowers, tending to grass, and doing square dancing."

"Square dancing?" The reporter was stunned, almost dropping their pen.

"Yes, the kind of exercise for health and fitness in the park."

Jiang Chen spoke nonsense with a straight face: "As for that match... how should I put it? It's like driving a heavy truck into a willow branch. The willow branch may be thin, but it knows how to dissipate force and borrow strength. This is the wisdom our Huaxia has passed down for five thousand years—Tai Chi."

"Impossible!" the reporter retorted loudly, face turning red. "I've seen Tai Chi too, it has no such lethality! That kind of instantaneous kinetic energy absolutely violates the law of conservation of energy! That violates physics!"

"Violates physics?"

Elder Qing Rou, who had been reading, suddenly looked up.

She adjusted the gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses Jiang Chen had gotten for her (to increase her scholarly air and academic authority), her tone gentle yet serious.

"Young man, you are mistaken. What I used was physics. And it was classical Newtonian mechanics."

As she spoke, she stood up, straightened her clothes, and walked to the whiteboard behind her.

Without any wasted words, she picked up a marker, held her wrist in the air, and fluidly wrote a large line of formulas: F = ma, L = rp.

"Everyone, please look."

Elder Qing Rou tapped on the whiteboard, her demeanor instantly switching from "Cultivation Master" to "MIT Tenured Professor."

"When that big guy charged over, his kinetic energy was enormous, that is beyond doubt. But he made a fatal error—his center of gravity was too high, and he was moving in a straight line with uniform acceleration; he completely ignored the conservation of angular momentum."

"All I did was apply a tiny lateral torque in the direction of his tangent."

Elder Qing Rou drew an extremely standard force analysis diagram on the whiteboard, with the length of the arrows representing the magnitude of the force, as precise as if it were printed.

"According to the principle of force decomposition and the properties of rigid body moment of inertia, his horizontal impulse was converted by me through the fulcrum into an upward parabolic motion. Plus a little... well, the disruption of the resonant frequency caused by his stiff muscles."

She paused, revealing a shy smile, as if she were discussing what to buy for dinner.

"Actually, I didn't use much strength; I mainly utilized his own kinetic energy. This is what we call 'four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds'; in your Western terms, it's called the lever principle. This is the charm of physics."

The reporters in the room looked at the blackboard full of calculus symbols and mechanical formulas, all dumbfounded.

Is this a combat review?

This is basically an open lecture from the Harvard Physics Department!

Several science columnists who were originally prepared to nitpick were now sweating profusely, using calculators to verify the math, only to find that the logic actually held up!

"But... but what about the force that embedded the person into the wall?"

The reporter asked reluctantly, their voice already weak, "Was that also borrowing force?"

"Oh, that." Elder Qing Rou adjusted her glasses, a trace of disdain for the building materials flashing in her eyes.

"That is called an inelastic collision. Based on the Young's modulus calculation, the concrete grade of that wall was clearly not high enough, and the energy absorption effect was too poor. If energy cannot be absorbed through deformation at the moment of impact, it can only be released through structural damage. Next time, I will be careful to throw them into softer places, like the sofa area."

Jiang Chen added a timely remark from the side:

"Did you hear that? This is the power of knowledge. We have an old saying in Huaxia: 'Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you can travel the world without fear.' Instead of suspecting us of cheating, you might as well go back and have your soldiers read more books, and not just grow muscles without growing brains."

This press conference, rather than a clarification, was more like a massive display of humblebragging.

The Eagle's face was slapped swollen, yet they couldn't find any reason to refute it.

After all, they had already listed the formulas; what else could you say?

Say Newton was a Huaxia mole?

Say universal gravitation is Eastern witchcraft?