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

Star-Lord was indeed pale, and there was a bead of cold sweat on his forehead.

His right hand, which was holding the sword, was still trembling. Although he didn't say it, the burden that the Causal Rust Sword was putting on his body was no joke.

"Stand up straight." Li Ang pushed Star-Lord in front of Coulson.

"Coulson, place your right palm on his chest, thinking to expel the fatigue from his body."

Coulson raised his right hand, palm facing Star-Lord's chest.

"Won't this send me flying?" Star-Lord took a half-step back.

"No," Li Ang paused, "probably."

"This makes me feel really insecure... Ugh!"

Coulson pressed his palm down.

hum.

There was no sound, no light effects, and not even any visible changes.

But Star-Lord's pupils dilated, and he looked down at his own body, completely stunned.

"Wha...what happened?"

Has that weariness that seeped from the very marrow of my bones disappeared?

It's not lessened, it's completely gone.

It was as if someone had opened a valve in his body, packed all the fatigue, soreness, and exhaustion into a ball, and then slapped it away.

"Holy crap?!" Star-Lord jumped up and down twice, then jumped up and down again, patting his body all over with his hands.

"I'm cured? Completely cured! I feel more energetic than if I'd slept for eight hours!"

Coulson withdrew his hand, looked down at his palm, and had a complicated expression on his face.

"I felt it just now," he said slowly. "There's something inside his body..."

"It was a very heavy thing. The moment I touched it, the thing bounced off on its own."

"Where did it go?" Pietro looked around.

Bang.

A fist-sized dent appeared on one of the walls in the corner of the living room, with cracks spreading outwards.

"It bounced into the wall." Rocket pointed to the crater, his hair standing on end.

The audience was silent.

fatigue.

An abstract, invisible physiological state existing within the human body was physically ejected and slammed against the wall.

"This is fucking possible?!" Pietro's voice cracked.

Doctor Strange's lips moved, but no sound came out, though the Eye of Vishanti circled halfway around his chest...

That's it trying to analyze what just happened.

"Don't bother, Doctor." Li Ang leaned back against the counter. "Your magic system can't analyze the logic of Devil Fruits. The rules on the two sides are not on the same dimension."

Jane's bracelet was frantically displaying data. She quickly scanned it, then looked up, her eyes flashing with an alarming light.

"Wait a moment."

Everyone looked at her.

Jane looked at Coulson, then at Star-Lord who was still bouncing around in place, and then looked towards the training ground.

"Coulson can bounce off fatigue."

"Star-Lord's rusty sword can force Kang the Beyonder to kneel down and hold him for two to three seconds, but at the cost of a huge physical exertion."

"if……"

Her gaze darted back and forth between the two men.

"Every time Star-Lord finishes swinging his sword, Coulson immediately bounces off his fatigue?"

The living room was silent for three seconds.

Then everyone's minds clicked at the same time.

"Infinite hard control," Doctor Strange murmured.

"Yes." Jane clenched her fist, her voice barely audible. "Theoretically, as long as Coulson stands by and keeps bouncing off fatigue, Star-Lord can keep swinging his sword, and Kang the Overlord will have to keep kneeling to catch it..."

"Wait, wait!"

Star-Lord's bouncing stopped abruptly. He froze on the spot, his expression shifting from excitement to fear.

"Jane, listen to me!" Star-Lord waved his arms wildly in front of his chest. "The fatigue is gone, but my stamina is really declining!"

"That sword was striking my body's functions!"

"To give you an analogy, my body is like a battery. Every time I swing my sword, it loses 30% of its charge. Coulson only felt tired, but the charge was still decreasing!"

"If you keep doing this, I may be energetic, but my body will be completely drained!"

Star-Lord's voice grew increasingly shrill, until it was almost a howl.

"I'm not a perpetual motion machine!!!"

Li Ang slowly pulled a magic bean from under the counter and twirled it between his fingers twice.

"Therefore, you also need a way to restore your physical strength."

He tossed the magic bean into the air and caught it.

"Gen-beans can restore stamina; you can ask Tony and Frank for some."

"or……"

Li Ang's gaze fell on the remaining pile of gashapon toys in the tin box.

"Draw another one? What if you draw an item that restores stamina?"

Star-Lord's face turned green. He looked down at the rusty causality weapon at his waist, then looked up at the Senzu Bean dangling in Leon's hand, and then at Coulson's paw-paddled palms.

"Have I been set up by capitalists?"

No one answered him.

But everyone's eyes were all the same.

It was the kind of look directed at the "key tactical core".

Coulson walked over to Star-Lord and patted him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Quill, thank you for your hard work."

"Why do you sound like you're saying goodbye to a martyr?"

Jane was already frantically calculating on the bracelet, the holographic data stream scrolling rapidly at her fingertips.

"If combined with the Senzu Bean's stamina recovery and Coulson's fatigue bounce, Star-Lord's sustained hard crowd control duration can be extended from three seconds to..."

She raised her head, her gaze intense.

"At least fifteen seconds."

Fifteen seconds.

Everyone present knew what fifteen seconds meant.

Wanda has enough energy to charge up a full-power Chaos Cannon.

It was enough for Doctor Strange to complete three spatial incursions.

It's enough for any damage dealer to deal fatal damage.

"So now there's only one problem left: how do we solve the problem with that chair?"

Steve crossed his arms and looked at Li Ang.

"Forget it, let Tony and the others worry about this. Let's keep pulling gashapon."