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

The training ground was activated for the fifth time.

The gray-white space unfolded again, and the cracks that Wanda had previously created on the walls had only been half repaired, with nanoparticles still slowly crawling within the cracks.

"Three-person joint simulation, full power, surpassing Kang."

Li Ang swiped three times on the panel and poured himself a cup of coffee.

In the very center of the training field, purplish-black energy condensed once more.

The fifth appearance of the simulation of the transcendent Kang.

"A familiar face."

Star-Lord drew his rusty sword from his waist, twirled it halfway in his hand, and rust fragments fell all over the ground.

Doctor Strange stood three meters to his right and slightly behind him, already transformed into the Sorcerer Supreme form.

Wanda was on the left wing, holding a staff in each hand, with dark red chaotic energy meandering along the staffs.

"The rules are simple." Li Ang leaned against the railing of the spectator area while holding a coffee. "Star-Lord initiates with hard crowd control, Wanda breaks the shield with her second move, and Doctor dashes in with his third."

"If it's still standing after you finish one round, you have to start over."

"If it's still standing, I'll eat this sword," Star-Lord grinned.

"I've written it down," Pietro said, holding up his phone.

The simulator moved.

As with every previous instance, the mental impact spread first, with a purplish-black pressure wave exploding from Kang's body and sweeping across the entire area.

Star-Lord didn't back down; although his head was buzzing, his legs didn't give way.

He gripped the rusty sword tightly and took a step forward.

The simulated Kang had already launched his charge, pushing his speed to the limit. A purplish-black shield was fully deployed on his body, and his right fist was wrapped in distorted ripples of time...

Star-Lord wields his sword.

Vertical split.

The moment the rusty blade sliced ​​through the air, the physical laws of the entire training ground were overwritten by some higher-level rule.

thump.

The simulated entity's charge came to an abrupt halt.

His knees bent and he slammed heavily onto the ground.

He raised both hands high above his head, his ten fingers gripping the rusty blade tightly.

Catching a blade barehanded.

"Now!" Steve clenched his fist in the spectator area.

Wanda's body had already acted before the orders were given.

The two staves are crossed and pushed forward, releasing the Ruby Wand and the Bird Head Staff simultaneously.

Two streams of energy, one pinkish-gold and the other dark red, intertwined in mid-air to form a spiral beam of light half a meter in diameter, which precisely struck the shield on Kang's body.

The shield's absorption mechanism was activated, but this time Wanda didn't use brute force to infuse it.

"Frequency locked." The ruby ​​wand's tone was cold and hard.

The frequency of the spiral beam fluctuated violently three times before precisely hitting the inherent frequency band that Jane had previously recorded.

Resonance.

The purplish-black force field on the shield's surface began to tremble, and cracks spread outwards from the point of contact in all directions, forming a dense spiderweb-like pattern.

Click!

The shield shattered.

At the very instant the shield shattered, the simulated entity instinctively contracted the residual force field on its surface, attempting to rebuild its defenses...

Swish!

Doctor Strange disappeared from the spot.

The miniature mandala arrays floating on the ten fingers lit up simultaneously, and the Vishanti runes overlapped with the fire patterns of the shamans.

Doctor Strange's right fist, wreathed in golden flames, slammed into the crack in the Breastplate.

boom!

The simulator's chest cavity was pierced with a fist-sized hole, exposing the internal energy core, and purplish-black fragments flew out from the gap.

"It's done!" Darcy jumped up, clenching his fist.

The simulator swayed twice, and the causality lock on its knees was fading...

Star-Lord's face was pale, his hand gripping the sword was trembling violently, and his physical exertion was far beyond what he had expected.

But that's enough.

The core of the chest cavity is exposed; just one more shot is needed...

hum.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

The space behind the simulation suddenly distorted, and a chair appeared out of thin air.

This is not an ordinary chair.

The spherical structure is suspended half a meter above the ground, with blue-purple patterns flowing on its surface.

The chair back extends into two curved armrests, each end of which is inlaid with a fist-sized crystal, inside which miniature ripples of time are circulating and churning.

Kang's Throne.

"What the hell?"

Star-Lord loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword and slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

The seat automatically flew to the side of the simulator, and a green energy curtain was released from the crystal, enveloping Kang completely.

Before Doctor Strange could withdraw his hand, he slammed his fist into the energy barrier—

Nothing happened.

The golden flames touched the surface of the energy barrier, but were not swallowed up, bounced off, or refracted.

It simply disappeared.

It is not any known mode of energy interaction.

"A shield of absolute rules?" All the data on Jane's bracelet turned into question marks.

Wanda added a full-power chaos beam.

The beam hit the energy barrier, but the result was the same.

"What about the resonant frequency band?" Pietro asked anxiously.

"No frequency band." For the first time, the ruby ​​wand's tone was tinged with confusion. "This shield has no inherent frequency; it's not made of energy."

"What is it made of?"

"rule."

Doctor Strange deactivated his transformation, and the Wizard's armor shattered into specks of light and dissipated.

He stared at the floating chair, his fists clenched tightly beneath his mage robes.

"To attack the pure rules of time is to attack the very concept of the existence of time."

Protected by the seat, the hole in the anatomical model's chest cavity is repairing at a visible speed.

Ten seconds later, it stood up again.

It is perfectly intact.

"Simulation over." Li Ang pressed the stop button and finished his last sip of coffee.

The simulation shattered and dissipated, but the afterimage of the spherical chair lingered in the air for two more seconds before fading away.

The training ground remained silent for a long time.

"If my fist could pierce his chest," Doctor Strange's voice was deep, "he should be dead."

"But unfortunately, you can't." Li Ang placed the empty cup on the railing and interlaced his fingers.

"The Transcendent Kang has endured countless fragments of death, yet he is able to use this opportunity to fuse with all the variant Kangs, thereby breaking free from the Transcendent Realm..."

"His abilities far exceed your imagination!"

"The Time Spherical Seat—as long as that chair is still in motion, Kang possesses absolute defense."

"So after all this, we still need to crack his chair?"

Star-Lord lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling, his rusty sword held across his chest.

"Pretty much." Li Ang shrugged.

"How do I disassemble the chair?" Steve asked as he stepped down from the spectator stand.

"The rule shield cannot be broken by energy or physical means; that's a qualitative statement," Doctor Strange said, rubbing his temples. "But all hardware has an architecture, code, and underlying logic that can be hacked."

"You need a madman who can dismantle hardware." Li Ang gestured with his chin toward the stairwell.

Everyone was looking in the same direction.

"You called me?"

Rocket Raccoon poked half its head out, clutching a bag of potato chips, with crumbs still hanging from its mouth.

"I've been listening up there for ages, and you guys are stuck because of a chair?"

He shoved the bag of chips into Groot's arms, wiped his hands on his trouser legs, and swaggered into the training field.

Release the data.

Jane projected the scan results of the chair onto the holographic screen.

Rocket crouched at the highest point, tilting his head as he scanned the three sets of data from beginning to end.

"This thing isn't a magical artifact."

"What do you mean?" Doctor Strange frowned.

"It means all your talk about Vishanti and Mandala is just nonsense in front of this chair."

Rocket jumped out of the toolbox, walked to the holographic screen, and stretched out its claw to draw a line in the data stream.

"Look at this, this is not a naturally occurring energy fluctuation, but an artificially set parameter."

"This chair is essentially a supercomputer, except that it calculates the laws of nature."

Rocket turned around, its two short legs spread apart, and its paws clasped in front of its chest.

"So can you destroy it with magic? No. Can you smash it with your fists? No."

"But is it possible to hack into its system?"

He grinned, revealing his sharp canines.

"I can also talk to Tony and the others to think of a solution; every system has vulnerabilities!"