bioinnovel Chapter 52 One Move Decides the Victory
Chapter 52 One Move Decides the Victory
The live stream chat exploded with comments.
"Holy crap! So direct? They're firing right off the bat!"
"What the Taoist priest said makes so much sense, it sounds so mysterious and impressive!"
"Logic my ass! Where was this Taoist priest when Teacher Ma was beating up the American special forces? Was he chanting scriptures on a mountain?"
"Exactly! Being able to fight is the only real thing! What's the point of all that fancy talk? Just a bunch of armchair strategists?"
"Everyone, calm down. This is a debate on 'literary theory,' a discussion of boxing principles. It's normal to have different opinions. Let's see how Teacher Ma refutes it."
In the center of the training field, Ma Cong listened to Qingfeng's words, but instead of showing any anger, he smiled.
He looked at Qingfeng as if he were looking at a primary school student earnestly proclaiming that "the earth is flat".
"Master," Ma Cong spoke, his voice calm, "You've said so much, about yin and yang, about strength and gentleness, about life and death. It certainly sounds very profound. But I only have one question for you."
"Please speak." Qingfeng sat upright, looking like he was listening attentively.
"What is 'energy'?" Ma Cong asked.
It's a question that couldn't be simpler.
Qingfeng was taken aback, seemingly not expecting the other party to ask this question.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Jin (劲) is the sublimation of strength. It originates from the internal energy in the dantian, emanates from the four extremities, and permeates the entire body. It has distinctions between hardness and softness, and changes between yin and yang. For example, my Tai Chi cultivates Hunyuan Jin (混元劲), which emphasizes smooth and continuous movement, and endless vitality..."
"Stop." Ma Cong interrupted him directly. "Daoist Master, I don't want to hear you recite your sutras. I'm just asking you, from the perspective of modern science, from the perspective of physics, what exactly is 'Jin'?"
This question stumped Qingfeng.
Physics? Science?
He practiced Taoism and martial arts on the mountain since childhood, and read the Tao Te Ching and studied the I Ching. When did he come into contact with these things?
In his view, martial arts are martial arts, a mysterious and profound method, and they are not part of the so-called "science" studied by ordinary people down the mountain.
"Martial arts are a mystical art; how can they be confused with worldly principles?" Qingfeng frowned, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure.
"Oh? Is that so?" Ma Cong's smile widened. "It seems you disdain to answer, Daoist. Then how about I answer for you?"
Before Qingfeng could respond, Ma Cong began to speak on his own.
"The so-called 'strength' is, from a physics perspective, the ultimate application of 'momentum' and 'pressure'."
"The so-called 'integrated power' that we martial artists pursue is achieved through a series of body structure adjustments—such as relaxing the waist and hips, sinking the shoulders and dropping the elbows, and tucking the chest and straightening the back—to accelerate the mass of all parts of the body in the same direction at the same moment, thereby generating a huge 'momentum'."
"The formula is very simple: P=MV. Momentum equals mass multiplied by velocity. The better your body coordination, the greater the effective mass (M) you can mobilize; the stronger your explosive power, the higher the instantaneous velocity (V) when you exert force. Multiplying the two together, the greater the momentum generated, which is what we call the greater 'force'."
Ma Cong's words were clearly transmitted through the microphone.
Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast room was stunned.
On the observation stand, the generals, especially those with technical backgrounds, immediately brightened up.
This was the first time they had heard someone explain the mysterious concept of "strength" in such a simple, straightforward, and scientific way.
"So that's how it is! I understand now!" An army major general clapped his hands. "The so-called 'integrated force' is about maximizing the quality and speed of effective strikes!"
General Zhou nodded repeatedly. Although he didn't understand physics, he understood it. This was much easier to understand than listening to anything about Yin and Yang and the Five Elements!
Qin Zhenshan and Chen Beixuan exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes.
They practiced boxing their whole lives and talked about "jin" (internal strength), but they used vague and subjective terms to describe it, such as "its root is in the feet, it originates in the legs, it is controlled by the waist, and it manifests in the fingers."
They had never seen anything like Ma Cong's method of defining things directly using physical formulas before.
And, damn well, it makes perfect sense!
Master Qingfeng was completely bewildered; he couldn't understand a single word of what P, M, and V meant. But he could sense that the way the people around him were looking at him was beginning to change.
An ominous premonition rose in his heart.
Ma Cong continued:
"Now that we've discussed 'momentum,' let's talk about 'pressure.'"
"The pressure formula is F=P/S. Pressure equals force divided by the area of contact. When we strike someone, our ultimate goal is to effectively transfer the enormous momentum (i.e., force F) generated through 'whole-body strength' into the opponent's body, causing damage."
How can we achieve efficient force transfer? By reducing the contact area (S).
"Therefore, when we practice boxing, we need to practice 'drilling,' 'wrapping,' and 'twisting,' which means that our fists, palms, and fingertips should form an extremely small point of contact with the opponent's body at the moment of contact. This is why Xingyi Quan's Beng Quan (crushing fist) strikes like a steel needle, and Bajiquan's Dingxin Zhou (upper elbow strike) can directly shatter a person's sternum. Because they concentrate the 'momentum' of the whole body onto an extremely small point of 'pressure' and then unleash it!"
"As for the 'external external martial arts' you mentioned, like those bodybuilders, they have big muscles and great strength, and can lift very heavy barbells. But they don't know how to use 'strength'. Their strength is scattered and rigid. They hit people by brute force, with a large contact area and low pressure, so it looks scary, but its actual lethality is limited. That's what you call 'inferior'."
"The Bajiquan and Xingyiquan I practice, and the Taijiquan you practice, are essentially all internal martial arts. What we pursue is to efficiently integrate 'momentum' through the body structure and create extreme 'pressure' through exquisite power generation techniques. We are following the same path, only the forms of expression are different."
"Bajiquan pursues the shortest distance, straight-line explosive power, so it looks fierce. Taijiquan pursues the continuous accumulation and transformation of momentum through drawing circles, so it looks gentle."
"But in essence, it's all science, the pinnacle of human biomechanics and kinesiology! It has absolutely nothing to do with yin and yang or metaphysics!"
After Ma Cong finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Everyone was stunned by his theory of "Chinese martial arts physics".
He was like a surgeon with a scalpel, peeling away the layers of mystery surrounding "Chinese martial arts" to reveal its clearest, most core structure and mechanisms.
It’s too shocking!
Too subversive!
Master Qingfeng's face had turned from white to green, and then from green to red.
He wanted to refute, but found himself at a loss for words.
He couldn't understand a single word the other person said, but their self-justifying logic seemed impeccable.
He felt that his proud martial arts hall had been demolished from the very foundation in a way he could not comprehend at all.
"Nonsense!" Qingfeng finally couldn't hold back any longer, slamming his hand on the table and standing up abruptly. "This is utter fallacy! You're insulting martial arts!"
"I insulted martial arts?" Ma Cong stood up as well, staring directly at him, his eyes sharpening. "Daoist Master, I think it's you, along with all of you who are stuck in your ways and cling to outdated practices, who are insulting martial arts!"
"True martial arts is about constantly exploring the limits of the human body and pursuing higher, faster, and stronger science! It's not about clinging to a few ancient books, telling metaphysical stories that even you don't understand, just to mystify and deceive yourself!"
"You keep saying I've fallen into inferior categories, then tell me, can your 'superior' skills allow you to fly or teleport? Can they make you invulnerable to swords and spears? If not, then what's the essential difference between them and my 'inferior' skills?"
"You..." Qingfeng was so choked by Ma Cong's words that he couldn't say a word and was trembling with anger.
He has been practicing Taoism for many years. When has he ever been confronted and humiliated like this?
"Further words are useless!" Qingfeng abruptly waved his sleeve, his voice icy. "Since literary theory doesn't work, let's see who has the better hand!"
"Today, I will use my Wudang Tai Chi to show you what true internal martial arts are!"