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

Bang bang bang!

"certainly!"

As Star-Lord spoke, the copper welding wire fell to the ground, his right knee touched the ground, his body weight shifted forward, and the muzzle of his gun swept horizontally from left to right.

The three energy projectiles scattered in a fan shape, each with an extremely precise angular interval, and each hit the core of the three variants that were closing in.

Eight now.

Thirteen seconds.

The eight variants in the back row finally completed the encirclement, releasing energy beams from all directions simultaneously.

Star-Lord's compound eyes flickered.

He pushed off the ground with his right foot, and the thrusters sprang to full power.

He leaped into the air, rising five meters vertically, just outside the intersection of all the energy beams...

Eight beams of light converged beneath his feet, colliding and exploding into a blue energy flower.

Star-Lord, suspended in mid-air, flipped over so that his head was down and his legs were up.

Fuchsia.

The gun barrel is pointing downwards.

From this angle, the tops of the eight variants' heads are completely exposed to the field of fire.

Eight shots.

The frequency is so high that it almost forms a single line.

Eight red projectiles fell vertically, penetrating the weak points of the overhead force field and pinning the eight variants to the floor.

Star-Lord flipped over at the highest point, landing firmly on his feet with a soft squeak as his boots scraped against the ground.

The white training ground has returned to silence.

The remains of sixteen simulated bodies lay scattered on the ground, data fragments slowly dissolving.

Star-Lord stood in the very center of the battlefield, the muzzle of his Magnum Shooter 40X pointing upwards, faintly glowing with a reddish afterglow.

"Twenty-one seconds." Jane's wristband projected the timing data.

Star-Lord twisted his neck, and the joints of his armor made a crisp clicking sound.

"I said it's been more than thirty seconds."

At the edge of the training field, Darcy was perched on Tyrannomon's shoulder, his chin almost touching his collarbone.

"Is this still the same Star-Lord who rolls his eyes and foams at the mouth?"

"The armor significantly enhances physical attributes." Jane's fingers danced across the holographic projection.

"Reaction speed has increased by about twenty times, muscle output has increased by more than fifteen times, and spatial awareness has been elevated from that of an ordinary person to the level of a super soldier..."

"Alright, stop bragging about my abilities."

Star-Lord interrupted her, his tone casual, but his mouth, hidden beneath his mask, was practically stretched to his ears.

He put the pistol away, then turned and walked to a corner of the training ground.

The rusty iron sword of causality that he had smashed on the ground was still lying there, untouched.

Star-Lord crouched down and picked up the iron sword.

The rusted blade still looked ugly under the light, but the moment he gripped the hilt, everyone held their breath.

"Li Ang, you just said that after putting on this armor, the backlash from the iron sword won't break me anymore."

"Then I'll verify it."

Star-Lord gripped his iron sword, facing the empty training ground.

"Refresh the simulation body, surpass Kang, full power."

The white space twisted again.

The complete simulation of the Transcendent Kang condensed and took shape twenty meters away.

Blue-purple armor, a cold mask, and a time-spherical chair floating behind him...

Star-Lord raised his iron sword.

The armored HUD displayed a red warning message at the edge of the field of view.

An energy field that extracts life force has been detected from the item; it is recommended that it be removed.

He turned off the warning and took a deep breath.

The sword tip points upwards, then suddenly slashes diagonally.

"Holy crap!!"

Screams echoed across the training ground...

But this time the scream was much shorter than before, and the last note ended abruptly, unlike the scream that dragged on for several seconds in the previous round.

Causality is activated.

The simulated physical activity involved raising both hands uncontrollably, forcing the body to lean forward, and bending the knees.

when!

He knelt down to receive the sword.

Star-Lord's hand gripping the hilt trembled slightly as the backlash of causality surged from the sword into his body, spreading along his arm and torso.

But this time it's different.

The energy loop driven by desire, which was part of the bio-amplification field built throughout his body, blocked the backlash and internal organs.

The chilling sensation that drained life force was blocked by the inner wall of the armor layer, unable to penetrate into the core.

My body was trembling, but not from exhaustion.

It is a load that can be withstood.

Star-Lord's breathing quickened for a couple of beats, then he regained his composure.

He straightened up, pulled the iron sword from between the hands of the simulated physical fitness instructor, and rust dripped from the tip of the sword.

"The second sword."

Wave.

A scream, a kneeling, and the acceptance of the sword.

"The third sword."

Jane's bracelet data was jumping wildly...

Star-Lord's heart rate climbed from 140 for the first sword strike to 175 for the third, but it was far from reaching the danger threshold.

The physical exertion index remained at 23% of the total after the three swords.

What were the stats for the previous round without armor?

After three sword strikes, 91% of his physical strength was depleted, his heart rate was 230, and he was on the verge of cardiac arrest.

The gap isn't a matter of magnitude; it's a difference between heaven and earth.

"The fourth sword."

Star-Lord's voice steadied, and behind his mask, his expression gradually relaxed from tense.

The fifth sword.

The sixth sword.

The Seventh Sword.

After all seven swords were swung, the simulated physical fitness instructor was forced to kneel down and catch the blades seven times.

He sheathed his sword, placing the iron blade on his shoulder.

The orange-red light from the compound eyes swept across the faces of everyone present.

"Simply put, the data."

"Seven Swords, 47% stamina depleted." Jane's voice was slightly unsteady. "Heart rate 180, stable, no organ overload warnings."

"Based on this decay curve, without the help of Senzu Bean and Coulson, you can swing a maximum of fourteen to fifteen swords in a row by yourself."

Fourteen swords.

The limit in the last round was three swords, and Coulson had to clap his hands to keep him alive.

Star-Lord slowly took the iron sword off his shoulder and looked down at the mottled rust marks on the blade.

"Fourteen swords." He repeated.

"What if we add Coulson's battery life?"

"Theoretically infinite," Jane said crisply.

The training ground erupted in chaos.

Rocket jumped onto Groot's head and frantically gave him a thumbs-up, while Groot clapped his arms, which were holding up two tree branches.

Darcy whistled on Greymon's shoulder, and Greymon responded with a deep roar from deep in its throat.

Coulson stood on the sidelines, his expression unchanged, but his right fist clenched and unclenched subtly.

Gamora leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

A little bit.

Wanda's staff slid off her shoulder, and she caught the end of it, tilting her head toward Pietro.

Star-Lord walked to the center of the training field and deactivated his transformation.

The red and white armor transformed into light particles and faded from the body, revealing a sweat-stained interstellar leather jacket underneath.

His hair was messy, and there were red marks on his face, but he stood firmly on his two legs.

He sheathed the iron sword back into the loop at his waist, his right hand gripping the Magnum Shooter 40X.

With a flick of his finger, the gun spun twice in his palm, its muzzle pointing upwards.

He blew a breath into the muzzle of the gun...

Then he turned to face Tony.

Raised eyebrows.

"Guardians of the Galaxy Captain, fully recovered."

Tony stared at him for three seconds, his expression somewhere between admiration and displeasure.

I won't delete the ugly photos.

"Whatever, I'm handsome again now anyway."