He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Gamora withdrew her fist, looked at the two-meter-deep radial crater in the ground, and blinked.

She didn't really use any force.

"Wait a minute." Star-Lord raised his hand, like a schoolchild speaking in class. "I want to try something."

He pulled out the neon-lit electronic music gun from his waist, aimed it at Gamora, and pulled the trigger.

Boo!

A beam of colorful sonic waves struck Gamora's shoulder.

Gamora didn't even blink.

There was no forced dancing, no stiff movements, and not even the hem of their clothes fluttered.

The moment the sonic energy touched her skin, it evaporated completely like water splashed on a hot iron plate.

"..." Star-Lord's gun remained in a firing position.

"Why did you hit me?" Gamora turned her head and glanced at him.

"No, I just wanted to test that... magic immunity thing." Star-Lord chuckled dryly and put his gun back on his waist.

"It was useless after all, haha."

"You shoot a woman who can smash a boulder with one punch, just to test her skills?"

Rocket crossed his arms and flicked his tail.

"Quail, sometimes I really wonder if your brain is even filled with normal biological tissue."

"I'm using an electric mic gun! It's not a real gun!"

"And the result?"

"It's no use."

"Then what's the point of you verifying it?"

Star-Lord choked.

"Brothers, we must never mess with that green-skinned big sister again."

The second little man in the chamber poked his head out, tilted his head to look at Gamora, then shrank back and shouted to his companion.

Gamora ignored the noise.

She looked down at her hands, palms up, fingers spread and then closed.

The muscle lines on the arms undulate beneath the skin, each muscle fiber conveying a strange signal.

"I want to try my best."

She said it in a low voice, but everyone on the pebble beach heard it.

"Why go all out?" Star-Lord's smile froze.

Gamora did not answer him.

She turned to face the gray-brown wasteland at her feet, her toes grinding against the stone ground.

Move your left foot forward half a step and lower your center of gravity.

"Hey, wait a minute." Rocket's ears perked up, and every hair on his head stood on end. "You're not going to...?"

Gamora clenched her right fist.

The muscles in his arms bulged, and the veins under his skin stretched from his wrists all the way to his shoulders.

That wasn't a forceful gesture; it was the power flowing outward on its own.

boom!

A dull thud echoed from the gravel beach, and the ground rapidly cracked open.

Centered on Gamora's fist, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

The crack widened, from a few centimeters to tens of centimeters, and then into a deep trench that could swallow a person.

"Fuck!"

Star-Lord's expression changed drastically; the ground beneath his feet was visibly collapsing.

He frantically activated his jet boots, barely managing to hover in mid-air.

The rocket moved faster, and its blue and white exhaust ejected him to a safe position.

Groot finally put down the game console, planted his feet into the ground, and extended thick roots to stabilize himself and the Mantis beside him.

Drax stood motionless, his feet sinking into the crumbling rubble.

"You are weak."

He looked down at the widening crack, then looked up at Star-Lord, who was hovering in the air, scrambling around, and commented expressionlessly.

"I'm not weak! The ground is collapsing!"

The surface of the wasteland within a radius of 100 meters sank by nearly three meters, with dust billowing into the sky and gravel tumbling about.

In the distance, a rock pillar more than ten meters high collapsed with a roar due to a broken foundation, sending up a new cloud of dust.

Tony stood beside Pepper, and the symbiote automatically formed a floating platform beneath their feet.

He stared at the green-skinned woman standing in the center of the collapse, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

"Holy..."

He turned to look at Pepper, then at Gamora.

"Isn't this just a green She-Hulk?!"

His voice cracked from shouting.

"She-Hulk? What's Hulk?"

Gamora looked up from the rising dust, a look of confusion in her eyes.

"For a Midgard native, your lap was about as powerful as Banner's warm-up!"

Tony gestured with his hands in the air.

"Uh, he meant it in a good way," Star-Lord frantically tried to smooth things over mid-air. "Right, Stark? In a good way!"

"Of course it's a compliment," Tony shrugged. "Hulk is one of the top fighters in Midgard... well, he used to be."

He walked towards Li Ang, his expression gradually changing from exaggerated to serious.

"Tell me, just who exactly is this tyrant, Tianyu?"

"I scanned the data for her punch just now; it was pure physical damage, with no energy added whatsoever."

Tony held up two fingers.

Is her current level of physical destructive power reasonable?

"That makes perfect sense," Li Ang explained to the group.

"Gamora is not an ordinary person to begin with. In addition, her genes have been modified by Thanos, so her bone density is nine times that of an ordinary human, and her muscle fiber contraction efficiency is dozens of times that of the Middlegarde people."

Li Ang extended one finger.

"This is the foundation."

Then a second one extended.

"What the Heavenly Tyrant did was to fully activate this foundation and raise its potential to a terrifying level."

"Simply put, Gamora's physical strength was previously suppressed by her own training methods and Thanos's training methods."

Thanos taught her how to use a knife, techniques, and assassination, but he never taught her...

Li Ang clenched his fist.

"Use your fists."

"Because Thanos doesn't need an adopted daughter who's stronger than him."

After he finished speaking, the pebble beach fell silent for a moment.

Gamora's expression didn't change much, but the veins on the back of her hand, which was gripping the God-Slaying Blade, stood out.

Tony paused for two seconds to process it, then a subtle smile appeared on his face.

He turned to look at Star-Lord.

Quill.

"what?"

"As the chief scientist of Midgard, I sincerely advise you," Tony said earnestly, patting Star-Lord on the shoulder.

"Be careful what you say when you're with this person in the future."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that if you ever upset her, this is what will happen to you."

Tony pointed to the collapsed area, which was about 200 meters in diameter, at his feet.

"And when she hits you, any energy shields, force field defenses, or even any supernatural means you possess..."

"None of it works."

"Only physical damage."

"The most painful kind."

Star-Lord's face flushed red and then paled, and he subconsciously touched his ribs.

"Why would I want to upset her? I'm not crazy."

"You stole her rations on the spaceship last time," Rocket added.

"That's public food!"

"You used her towel to wipe your feet the day before yesterday." Groot said in a deep voice, "I am Groot," and Rocket translated simultaneously.

"I didn't know it was hers!"

"You just fired a shot at her ten minutes ago."