Science Martial Saint

Traveling across the martial arts continent, he became the only disciple of the Qingyun martial arts sect. Qualifications? Waste wood. Meridians? Siltation. Sect? On the verge of bankruptcy, there is only one master and one dog left... No, not even a dog. Three months later, Iron Fist came to collect debts, and they either had to pay or be annexed. Lin Yuan looked at the tattered copy of "Qingyun Jin" and smiled. "Qi sinks in the Dantian? This is obviously to lower the center of gravity and stabilize the core muscles." "Intention to guard the spring? This is to regulate peripheral circulation and prevent energy loss." "Introducing air into the body? Sorry, I used Bernoulli's principle and resonance frequency." Others rely on their innate understanding for cultivation, while he relies on formulas for cultivation. Others spent ten years in seclusion to break through one realm, but he calculated an optimal path in three days. Others rely on force to slap someone in the face, but he relies on data to slap him in the face. This is the story of a doctor of physics who uses science to defeat all metaphysics in the world of martial arts. "In the face of absolute science, all metaphysics are just paper tigers."