High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

the next day.

Project team meeting room.

The air was thick with a suffocating sense of unease.

The ashtrays were already overflowing.

Empty coffee cups were stacked on top of each other.

Every haggard face bore the marks of a sleepless night's toil.

Zhao Yu's voice was very hoarse.

His bloodshot eyes swept over every downcast face.

"Tell me about it."

Even if it's a wildly imaginative idea, it's fine.

No one answered.

The conference room was deathly silent.

All possible solutions failed.

All possible theories have reached a dead end.

That fatal high-frequency resonance problem became an insurmountable obstacle, standing in front of everyone.

Chen Gang lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the light screen.

On the screen, his once proud "Helmholtz resonance trap" model now seemed ironic to him.

In the midst of this frozen despair, a calm voice rang out clearly.

"Engineer Zhao, I have an idea."

Swish!

All eyes instantly focused on the corner of the conference room.

Han Feng stood up from his seat.

For the past two weeks, he has been very quiet in the project team.

Never participates in discussions.

It only accurately points out the "lesion" that no one else could detect after each failed simulation test.

But now, everyone understands that simply finding the lesion is meaningless.

What they need is a prescription.

A prescription that can bring the dead back to life.

Zhao Yu raised his eyes, and a last glimmer of fire shone through his bloodshot eyeballs.

"explain."

"Our thinking may have been off track from the very beginning."

Han Feng walked to the holographic projection in the center of the conference room, but did not bring up any complex data models.

He simply stretched out his finger and drew a simple circle in the air.

That's the engine's boost chamber.

"We have been reinforcing the blades or managing the turbulence that has already formed."

"It's like the floodwaters have reached our doorstep, and we're only now scrambling to pile up sandbags and dig flood diversion channels."

His voice was calm and measured, each word striking a chord in everyone's hearts.

"Why aren't we upstream...?"

"How about making the water docile before it becomes turbulent?"

These words, though simple and easy to understand, left the top engineers present momentarily stunned.

Qian pushed up his greasy glasses, deep thought etched on his brow.

"Han Feng, when you say 'upstream,' do you mean before the psionic energy enters the Zengya cavity?"

"We tried adding a current stabilization array, but that would result in a loss of at least seven percent in energy efficiency, which is not worthwhile."

"No."

Han Feng shook his head.

"I'm referring to the very source of energy transformation."

"That is, the inner wall of the pressurization chamber."

Chen Gang, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head!

He didn't question it; his brain raced at an unprecedented speed, frantically deducing Han Feng's line of thought.

"The inner wall of the pressurization chamber?"

"My solution was to carve micro-grooves on the inner wall, but as you can see, it created new problems."

"Your solution is 'blocking,' which is physical intervention."

Han Feng looked at Chen Gang, his tone calm.

"My idea is to 'organize'."

He reached out and manipulated the holographic model, instantly magnifying the inner wall of the pressurization chamber and filling the entire field of vision.

"I suggest abandoning all complex structures."

"We only need to use a high-precision psionic engraving tool to carve three 'energy guide lines' on the inner wall."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew three simple spiral patterns on the smooth inner wall model.

Those three lines are as simple as a doodle, lacking any aesthetic or logical explanation that modern fluid mechanics can offer.

"Air guide patterns?"

A young engineer scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Isn't this just a few spirals?"

"Will it even work?"

Chen Gang frowned, staring intently at the three simple lines.

As a leading theorist, his mind stirred up waves in the ocean of knowledge, trying to find even the slightest theoretical basis.

"From the perspective of traditional fluid mechanics, these three spirals are too simple and can hardly have an effective macroscopic effect on high-speed psionic fluids."

Chen Gang spoke, his voice unusually calm, filled with the intent of a purely academic discussion.

"Its structure cannot even form an effective resonance cancellation model."

"but……"

He abruptly changed the subject, his eyes flashing with surprise and a near-fanatical light!

"What if this isn't physical interference, but rather some kind of energy field guidance?"

"Just like a magnet can attract iron filings!"

"Could these three lines form an 'energy guiding field' on the surface of the cavity wall that our current instruments simply cannot detect?!"

Chen Gang's words were like a thunderclap, waking up all the engineers present!

"Yes! Using energy fields to 'regulate' energy flow! This idea..."

"But what is the theoretical basis?"

"How can these three lines generate a guiding field?"

"What's the formula for calculating it?"

How do we simulate and verify this?

The problem seems to have come full circle.

Han Feng looked at everyone and calmly explained.

"I have no formula, and I have no data."

"This is just a thought that came to me while I was reading some ancient battle formation diagrams."

"These three energy-guiding patterns are not meant to block or guide spiritual energy."

"Instead, it resonates with the rapidly flowing spiritual energy through its own form."

He used one word: resonance.

"It's like a comb."

"The moment the spiritual energy is compressed and about to become violent, it should be smoothed out in advance."

"As long as the energy flow at the source is stable, no matter how much the turbine blades are impacted afterward, it will not produce destructive high-frequency resonance."

Qian Gong's brows furrowed even more.

"Han Feng, your statement is too... vague."

"All our designs must be based on quantifiable data."

"However, your idea has indeed opened a new window for us."

"That's right."

Chen Gang nodded in agreement.

"Although it cannot be proven theoretically, it provides a completely new direction for verification."

"We're trapped by data; perhaps we could try this...method that can't be quantified by data."

Zhao Yu, who had been silent all along, slowly shifted his gaze from the three simple spiral lines drawn by Han Feng to the incredibly complex microscopic groove model by Chen Gang next to him.

A moment later, he slammed his fist on the table!

"I don't care if it's metaphysics or science!"

"He proposed at least one new direction that we had never thought of before! And at a very low cost!"

Zhao Yu stood up abruptly and issued the order decisively.

"Old Liu!"

"Immediately prepare a new booster chamber, and etch these three lines onto it according to Han Feng's blueprints!"

Chen Gang looked at Zhao Yu, then at Han Feng, his lips moved, and finally he said something that shocked everyone.

"Engineer Zhao, I suggest that Han Feng personally supervise, or even... do it himself."

There was no jealousy in his voice, only a pure and profound reverence for the truth.

"Since this is his idea, he must have the deepest understanding of these three 'qi-guiding patterns'."

A small difference can lead to a huge error.

Half an hour later, in the processing workshop.

A brand-new booster chamber was fixed on the worktable, gleaming with the cold light characteristic of metal.

Han Feng personally put on the cleanroom suit and picked up the straight psionic carving knife.

"I'll do it."

He refused the help from the senior technician next to him.

The moment he grasped the carving knife, his entire aura changed abruptly.

The surrounding noise, the hum of the instruments, the gazes of onlookers...

He shut out everything.

In his perception, the cold metal seemed to have come to life.

He can clearly "see" the internal lattice structure of the metal and the potential energy flow trajectory.

He made the cut.