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

The blade was pitted and covered with rust and unidentified stains, and the cloth strips wrapped around the hilt were blackened and moldy.

The sword exuded an aura of antiquity, completely out of place in this gashapon shop filled with high technology and magical light.

The living room was quiet for two seconds.

Everyone was stunned; no one expected that the high-level gacha would yield a broken sword.

"Hahahahahaha!" Pietro was the first to burst out laughing, so much so that he squatted down on the ground.

"Luck factor?" Darcy pointed at the rusty sword, his grin stretching to his ears.

"I am Groot." Groot's tone was full of sympathy.

"He said to take care of your condolences," Rocket translated, trying not to laugh.

Drax tilted his head and walked over, poking the sword with his finger, causing a piece of rust to fall off.

"What... is this weapon for? To tickle?"

Star-Lord froze on the spot, his hand still holding the "OK" gesture from before.

"This can't be." His lips trembled. "I can't be that unlucky."

"What did you just say?"

Klee crossed her arms and smiled.

Star-Lord slowly turned his head to look at Li Ang.

Li Ang leaned against the counter with a smile on his face, but did not speak.

He had already seen the system pop-up notification box.

That broken, rusty sword comes from "100,000 Cold Jokes," yes, it's Li Jing's sword.

The effect is that you will be caught by a blade with your bare hands 100% of the time.

Cause and effect weapon.

"Quail." Leon pointed his finger toward the basement.

"Take your sword and go down there to try."

basement.

The walls of the training ground still bear the cracks left by Wanda's shot, and the repair process is running slowly, with tiny nanoparticles crawling and filling the cracks.

Star-Lord stood in the center of the arena, his right hand gripping the rusty iron sword, his left hand awkwardly tucked into his pocket.

The sword was very light, abnormally light.

One type of this thing might be hollow and light.

"Did I get scammed?" Star-Lord shouted at Li Ang in the spectator area.

"Try cutting it first."

"Cut what? The air?"

"Cut Kang."

Darcy walked up to the panel and ran his finger across it twice.

hum.

The air in the center of the training field twisted once again, and the simulation of the transcendent Kang condensed and took shape for the fourth time today.

Bluish-gray skin, tattered purple armor, and an eye socket with blood vessels showing on one side.

The energy reading was maxed out, exactly the same as when they fought Doctor Strange and the others before.

Star-Lord tightened his grip on his sword.

"Full power?"

"Full power." Darcy patted the panel. "You're welcome."

"Couldn't you at least drive it at 30% to let me warm it up?"

"What are you warming up for? You're not an athlete." Pietro squatted at the top of the stairs, his hands supporting his chin. "Hurry up and chop, I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."

"Shut up, buddy, let him concentrate." Wanda patted Pietro on the back of the head.

Star-Lord took a breath and struck an awkward sword-holding pose.

Simulated physical fitness directly charges forward.

The speed is just as terrifying as before...

A purplish-black shield glowed on his body, and his right fist, wrapped in distorted time energy, hurtled straight towards Star-Lord's face.

In that instant, Star-Lord's brain made the best decision of his life.

He didn't hide.

He drew his sword.

It wasn't any sophisticated swordsmanship; even the basic stance was wrong.

It's the most basic vertical split.

The rusty blade sliced ​​through the air.

Then, everyone witnessed the most outrageous scene of their lives.

The simulated being, Kang, lost its momentum during its sprint.

thump!

Both legs are bent.

Knees touched the ground.

Raise both hands.

Ten fingers gripped the rusty blade tightly.

Catching a blade barehanded.

A perfect, flawless catch of a blade with bare hands.

The simulator's full-power shield was activated, but the broken sword pierced through it, and Kang caught it in his hand.

Kang's mental attack seemed to have failed; it neither impacted Star-Lord nor controlled external objects.

It knelt before Star-Lord, its hands raised above its head, the blade firmly held between its palms.

"Huh?" Drax was the first to speak.

"What?!" Darcy was the second.

"I am Groot!" Groot's voice was filled with shock.

"What the hell is he saying?" Rocket's translator's voice trembled.

Doctor Strange leaned forward half a step, his cloak suddenly unfurling behind him, and scratched his head.

There are no energy fluctuations.

There is no space distortion.

There was no time to intervene.

The broken sword did not release any detectable power.

But the cause and effect have already been established.

The cause of the sword being swung skips all physical processes, resulting in the effect that the opponent must catch the blade barehanded.

Ignore everything.

"A weapon based on causality." Doctor Strange's throat went dry.

"No matter how strong the opponent is, as long as you swing your sword, he has to accept it." Li Ang walked out of the spectator area, hands in his pockets. "It's not a matter of choosing whether to accept or not; it's the laws of the universe that force him to accept."

"Whether you're Kang or Thanos, whether you have shields or Infinity Stones..."

"When the sword is drawn, one must kneel and receive it."

"But there's a hidden limitation that comes with it."

Li Ang glanced at Star-Lord.

"Maintaining the law of causality requires the holder's physical strength; the stronger the opponent, the greater the consumption."

"If it were the real Transcendent Kang, you would probably collapse from exhaustion after swinging that sword."

Upon hearing this, Star-Lord did something foolish.

"See that? See that!" Star-Lord's face was flushed, completely oblivious to the fact that he had raised his sword. "Who said this is just scrap metal? This is a divine weapon! It's divine..."

The hard control period has ended.

boom!

Kang's right fist, delivered from a kneeling position, landed a straight uppercut on Star-Lord's chin.

Star-Lord flew seven or eight meters before his back slammed onto the training field, and he slid for a distance before coming to a stop.

The rusty sword slipped from his hand and rolled to the corner with a clang.

"Pfft!" Pietro finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

"So this sword means..." Steve walked up to Leon, his brow furrowed.

"The opponent will be forcibly restrained, completely unable to move during this window of opportunity," Li Ang said, holding up two fingers. "But if the user's physique can't keep up, the opponent will eventually regain their freedom..."

"So Star-Lord can't fight alone, but he can unleash a crucial crowd control ultimate."

"Of course, if he happens to need to extract an ability to improve his physique, he might be able to go even further."

Wanda and Doctor Strange both looked at Li Ang.

"A two-to-three-second window of hard crowd control, plus Wanda's full-power magic cannon breaking the shield, plus the Wizard's spatial infiltration the instant the shield retracts..."

Doctor Strange murmured, and three magic circles slowly formed at his fingertips.

"We have the answer." Steve gripped the edge of his shield and turned to look at everyone.

In the training field, Star-Lord got up from the ground, clutching his chin; there was a bruise on the corner of his mouth.

He bent down, picked up the rusty sword, and dusted it off.

"It really hurts." Star-Lord grimaced as he tucked his sword back into his waistband.

"But the kneeling was genuine."

He turned to look at Pietro, who was still chuckling to himself.

"What are you laughing at? Have you ever made Kang kneel?"