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

The tenth round of testing has ended.

The result was essentially the same as the previous four rounds.

Tony donned the full armor of Kamen Rider Black Hole Heat Stream and fought alongside Vision.

The gravitational pull of the miniature black hole, combined with the full-power bombardment of the four gems, finally caused a two-meter-long crack to appear on the surface of the sixth layer of the shield.

The crack then healed within three seconds.

Fourteen seconds, five and a half floors.

"Five and a half floors."

Tony deactivated his transformation, and the fragments of his dark gold mask dissipated into the air, revealing a face covered in sweat.

"Half a floor away from the sixth floor, two seconds away from twelve seconds."

"And that's the result of Vision and I working at full power." He counted on his fingers, "In actual combat, Sarah would have to break through while sneaking in, leaving her with only one or two seconds of opening."

"One second is enough."

Sarah was squatting in the corner, having already finished her third piece of dried beef, and was scraping her teeth with the back of a cleaver.

"The problem isn't with me, it's with you."

Star-Lord's patience finally reached its limit.

He sprang up from the base of the wall, the driver still hanging on his waist, the Magnum holster clanging loudly.

"With us?"

Star-Lord took three steps to Sarah, looking down at the gray-haired woman who was squatting down.

Sarah, whose cells had been modified by gourmets, exuded a predatory aura that sent chills down his spine, but his mouth reacted faster than his survival instincts.

"I swung my sword fourteen times, and my spine was almost turned into noodles."

"Coulson clapped his hands twenty-three times; his hands were swollen from clapping."

"Pietro ran until his legs were weak, and Wanda blew up all the Clow Cards' energy reserves."

"The doctor kicked it sixty-seven times, and his boots cracked."

"And you?"

Star-Lord pointed at Sarah, his fingertip less than ten centimeters from her nose.

"You ate five rounds while squatting in the corner! Five rounds! Were you here to fight or to have a picnic?"

The training ground fell silent.

Pietro's golden arc of electricity crackled twice at his ankle as he stepped in front of Wanda, his eyes darting back and forth between Star-Lord and Sarah.

Rocket pulled Groot and shrank behind the claws of the Tyrannosaurus, leaving only its two large, upright ears exposed.

"Quill," Tony called out, his tone neither too loud nor too soft.

"Let me tell you, Ms. Sarah, don't think that just because you say something casually, it's enough." Star-Lord ignored him.

Star-Lord bent down and took half a step closer.

"Your little cleaver can't even touch the first layer of shield before it bounces back. Forget about cutting through Galactus, you can't even cut through a block of ice..."

"And the way you look with drool on your lips is so silly!"

Star-Lord delivered the final blow.

Sarah looked up, her amber vertical pupils locking onto Star-Lord.

"You're saying I'm so stupid I'm drooling?"

Sarah's voice was light and airy, and the drool at the corner of her mouth was still not completely wiped away.

She slowly stood up, half a head shorter than Star-Lord, but the hunger that seeped from her bones overwhelmed the height difference.

The cleaver was held in his right hand, its blade reflecting a sharp, cold light.

"I'm not drooling, I'm thinking about how to plate it."

Sarah tilted her head, her vertical pupils shrinking into two thin lines.

Star-Lord took a step back.

Reason told him that the former cosmic messenger in front of him, who had been modified by gourmet cells, was the same person as the thin, gray-haired woman who had been squatting in the corner chewing beef a minute ago.

But instinct screams.

"Plate presentation?" Rocket's voice came from behind Greymon. "What plate presentation?"

"Those six layers of shields."

Sarah turned to look at the blue orb of light floating in the center of the training field, its pupils reflecting a deep blue light.

"The outermost layer is the color of a frozen bluefin tuna back, the second layer is lighter, like a half-cooked egg white, the third layer..."

She licked her lips.

"The luster of the third layer is very similar to that of a deep-sea plant called fluorescent algae on my planet, which is especially delicious in salads."

She took a step.

"The fourth and fifth layers are very close together, and the energy patterns intersect, like the cross-section of a mille-feuille."

Another step has been taken.

"The sixth floor."

Sarah stopped five meters away from the shield, tilted her head back, and her amber vertical pupils were filled with blue light.

"The sixth layer looks like the Zera Star Sun Candy that I haven't tasted in three hundred years."

She swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Round, glowing, sweet."

Sarah gripped the kitchen knife tightly.

Under the cold light of the training ground, the blade of Melker's cleaver gleamed with a transparent sharpness, and dark red gourmet cell patterns began to emerge on the edge, which was so fine that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"I'm going to eat it."

These four words are not a declaration, but a pre-meal expression of gratitude.

Then Sarah ran out.

"Wait!" Tony reached out. "The shield has a recoil effect! You just charge in..."

too late.

Sarah, carrying a kitchen knife, rushed straight for the sixth layer of the shield like a starving cook who had spotted a lost Wagyu beef.

The first five layers were destroyed in previous tests, and a new round of repairs has just begun, with only the outer three layers restored so far.

The sixth floor was never breached, so it remained intact at the very back.

Sarah's body passed through the remaining blue energy fragments on the fourth layer, the cleaver held above her head.

The dark red patterns on the blade spread across the entire blade.

"Dinner's ready!"

She slashed down with her cleaver, which struck the surface of the sixth layer of the shield.

Sarah's entire right arm was jolted back into an impossible angle, and she flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Sarah!" Jane called out.

boom.

Sarah's back slammed into the alloy wall of the training field, creating a human-shaped dent, before she slid to the ground.

The cleaver flew out, spinning as it embedded itself in the ceiling.

The whole place was quiet.

Sarah lay on the ground, her right arm twisted strangely, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

But she didn't collapse.

Two seconds later, the food cells began to work.

The bones cracked under the skin, and the twisted right arm returned to its original position at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Five seconds later, Sarah used her left hand to push herself up and stood up.

She spat out the blood and foam from her mouth and looked up at the kitchen knife on the ceiling.

"It's harder than I thought."

Then she turned to look at the crowd, her vertical pupils burning with a maddening obsession.

"Again."

"Are you insane!" Star-Lord roared. "The backlash from the sixth level will kill you!"

"I told you," Sarah said, her voice hoarse but calm.

"Again."

"Wait a moment."

A voice came from the entrance to the training ground.

It wasn't Tony, it wasn't Jane.

It's Pietro.

Golden lightning bolts wrapped around the silver-haired boy's ankles. He walked up to Sarah, tilted his head, and looked her over for three seconds.

"When you made that cut just now, the energy fluctuations on the surface of the shield were momentarily disrupted."

Pietro speaks very fast, three times faster than the average person, but he pronounces each word very clearly.

"The frequency of your cleaver and gourmet cells is clashing with the self-repair frequency of the shield."

Jane's bracelet emitted a series of beeping sounds.

She glanced down at the data, her pupils contracting.

"Pietro is right."

Jane's fingers slid rapidly across the holographic panel.

"Sarah's attack generated a special interference signal. Although it was not powerful enough to penetrate, it could slow down the shield's self-repair speed."

"In other words, we can join forces to kill Galactus!"