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Lin Yan held the unsharpened Han sword, his wrist loose, his posture casual.

He looked at Li Tiezhu, who was tense and ready to explode at any moment, and sighed helplessly.

"Master Li, fighting and killing is so undignified." Lin Yan traced the sand with the tip of his sword. "Your starting stance looks intimidating, but your center of gravity is off by at least fifteen degrees."

Li Tiezhu's face darkened. This greenhorn star was trying to teach him how to do things?

"You little rascal, you've got a sharp tongue! Take this!"

He roared and stomped his foot hard.

Yellow sand flew everywhere, and the burly man weighing two hundred pounds pounced on Lin Yan like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The Han sword in his hand, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed straight at Lin Yan's shoulder.

If this hits hard, a bone fracture package is definitely in order.

Zhang Ji jumped up from behind the monitor and shouted, "Zhu Zi! Tighten up!"

Shen Qingqiu stood still. She knew Lin Yan too well; this man never did anything that would lose money.

The sword's edge arrived in the blink of an eye, but Lin Yan didn't dodge.

He turned slightly to the side, slid his right foot half a step outward, and raised his Han sword diagonally upward.

A crisp "clang!" rang out.

Li Tiezhu thought he could knock Lin Yan's sword away with this blow, but instead he felt a strange sticky force coming from the sword.

Lin Yan didn't take the blow head-on. Instead, he followed the direction of Li Tiezhu's slash, twisted his wrist, and used the groove on the Han sword's handguard to firmly block the opponent's blade.

"Newton's second law states that force equals mass multiplied by acceleration. The faster you move and the greater your mass, the greater your momentum."

Lin Yan's unhurried voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"But according to the principle of leverage, my current point of exertion is farther from your center of gravity. As long as I apply a lateral force..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yan flipped his wrist, and with the spine of his sword pressed against Li Tiezhu's blade, he suddenly pushed it outward.

Li Tiezhu suddenly felt a strange, immense force rushing towards him horizontally.

His forward momentum instantly became unbalanced, and he uncontrollably fell to the right.

Lin Yan smoothly sheathed his sword, then tripped over his own feet.

"Bang!"

The country's top martial arts instructor got a mouthful of sand in his mouth.

The entire place was deathly silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped.

The stuntmen on set were dumbfounded. Their invincible Iron Pillar Brother had been defeated in one move by a young musician.

What kind of magical plot is this!

Li Tiezhu flipped himself up with a somersault, his face flushed red: "I was careless just now! Let's try again!"

"Alright, I'll teach you another lesson." Lin Yan weighed his sword in his hand, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

Li Tiezhu learned his lesson and dared not act recklessly anymore.

He flicked his wrist, creating three sword flowers, his sword moving lightly and nimbly, aiming at Lin Yan's chest with feints and real thrusts.

"Fancy and overly complicated," Lin Yan shook his head.

When the sword tip was less than twenty centimeters away from him, Lin Yan moved.

Instead of using his sword to block, he seized the opportunity when Li Tiezhu exerted his strength.

He reached out with his left hand, flicked two fingers together, and accurately struck the sword's spine at one-third of its length.

"Buzz..."

The sword trembled violently.

Li Tiezhu felt a numbness in half of his arm, and his longsword almost slipped from his hand.

"Do you understand the principle of resonance?" Lin Yan tapped Li Tiezhu's shoulder with the hilt of his sword.

"Find the natural frequency, and you can break down your system without much effort. Dude, that's some serious absurdity in how you apply force."

Li Tiezhu stood there dumbfounded, looking at the sword in his hand and then at Lin Yan, who had a calm expression on his face.

Newton's laws? Resonance?

He practiced martial arts for thirty years, and his master taught him "qi sinking to the dantian." How come this kid's words sound like junior high school physics?

"You... what sect do you belong to?" Li Tiezhu's tongue was tied.

"Newton's School, the Einstein School. Their main focus is on a physics-based salvation." Lin Yan casually tossed the sword to the stage manager.

"Your act is fine for performing, but in real combat it's just suicide. If it were a real life-or-death battle, you'd be dead by now."

Li Tiezhu wasn't angry; instead, his eyes shone with an alarming intensity.

When a martial arts fanatic meets a true master, his arrogance vanishes instantly.

"Brother Lin!"

Li Tiezhu immediately slid down to his knees and changed his address, handing over a bottle of mineral water with both hands, smiling like an old chrysanthemum.

"Could you elaborate on your 'Resonance' technique? I was just worried that the protagonist's finishing blow wasn't powerful enough!"

The crew was dumbfounded; this burly man could change his expression faster than turning the pages of a book.

Lin Yan took the water and drank a sip. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the script on Zhang Ji's desk. He flipped through a couple of pages, his brows furrowing.

"Director Zhang, this plot is a bit toxic." Lin Yan threw the script aside. "You're going to depict a desolate martial arts world, but the male lead actually lets go of his father's killer for a woman? Is he some kind of saint? It's giving me breast nodules."

Zhang Ji blushed slightly: "This is to demonstrate boundless love and to put aside grudges!"

"Nonsense." Lin Yan showed no mercy. "The martial world is all about swift retribution! Blood for blood is the rule. If you ask him to forgive his enemies, the audience will just think he's brain-dead."

Zhang Ji was stunned. He also felt that the ending was a bit lacking, but the screenwriter revised it more than a dozen times without success.

"Then how do you think it should be changed?" Zhang Ji asked humbly.

Lin Yan pulled up a chair and sat down: "Simple. A beauty's wrath can shatter the martial world! The enemy must die, and the more gruesome the death, the better."

"But after killing them all, the protagonist had avenged his great enemy, but his heart was empty. He stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, threw down his sword, led a skinny horse, and walked alone into the depths of the desert."

"At this moment, my song 'A Laughter in the Vast Sea' began to play."

Lin Yan tapped the table: "This is called 'leaving without a trace after accomplishing the deed, concealing one's merits and fame'! This is the kind of 'leaving blank space' you wanted in the martial arts world!"

Zhang Ji's breathing quickened as he listened. The image flashed through his mind, and combined with the song, it was absolutely breathtaking!

"Holy crap!" the famous director cursed, slapping his thigh. "Change it! Change it exactly as you said! Not a single word different!"

The way Zhang Ji looked at Lin Yan was as if he were looking at a mountain of gold.

He understands music, knows physics and martial arts, and even his screenwriting is insightful.

Old Li didn't send out young heartthrobs, he sent out ancestors!

"Brother Lin, how about you design the fight choreography too?" Zhang Ji offered a tantalizing promise. "I'll pay you at the assistant director rate!"

"No way. My goal is to slack off while getting paid, I'd rather not get caught up in the competition." Lin Yan resolutely refused.

Zhang Ji laughed heartily: "Bring the wine! Nobody can stop me today, I must toast Brother Lin three cups!"

……

Meanwhile, in Xinghai City, in a VIP ward of a private hospital.

Mr. Zhao, the CEO of Xingyao Entertainment, who had just been discharged from the ICU, was staring intently at the news on his tablet.

Lin Yan's actions made "Sword Rain Jianghu" a hit even before its release, and Qingqiu Studio's valuation skyrocketed.

Mr. Zhao was so angry that his vision blurred, and he smashed the tablet against the wall, shattering the screen into pieces.

"Lin Yan... Shen Qingqiu..." President Zhao gritted his teeth, "Trying to climb to the top by stepping on Xingyao? Dream on!"

He pressed the call button and summoned his trusted assistant.

"Go, contact all the core members of Qingqiu Studio." President Zhao's tone was icy cold.

"Old Liang, Chen Yu, Xue Zhiqian... poach everyone who can get things done!"

"The budget is three hundred million! I'm going to use money to smash Lin Yan's base and leave them with nothing!"