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

Six seconds, five floors.

Up to this point, everything is perfect.

Then comes the sixth floor.

Wanda raised the bird-headed staff, and dark red chaotic energy condensed at the tip of the staff into a fist-sized ball of light.

Pietro pushed off with both feet, and golden lightning stretched his figure into a blur.

Instead of attacking the shield directly, he circled the sixth layer of the shield at high speed, his speed force arcs weaving a dense golden electric net on the shield's surface.

Star-Lord drew his iron sword, the rusty blade tracing a path through the air.

The three of them attacked at the same time.

The Chaos Cannon struck the sixth floor from the front.

The Speed ​​Force Electric Net wraps around the sixth layer from the side.

The iron sword of causality cleaved down from above at an angle.

Three completely different energy systems collided on the surface of the shield.

then.

All the lights in the training ground went out.

Fragments of the light bulb fell from the ceiling, clattering and clanging all over the floor.

The air was filled with a mixed stench of ozone and burnt plastic.

"What happened?" Star-Lord's voice came from the darkness, filled with deep terror.

Jarvis's voice came from Tony, while a faint blue light illuminated the surroundings.

"The frequencies of the three energies collided and generated chaotic interference waves, causing all electronic devices in the training field to overload instantly." Jarvis's tone was so calm it was almost irritating.

"Simply put, it exploded."

"I know it's blown up!"

Star-Lord covered his ears as he got up from the ground; the driver's buckle was still smoking.

"What about the sixth floor?"

Tony's voice came from another direction.

The emergency lights came on, their stark white light turning the training ground into an underground parking lot after a power outage.

All eyes were focused on the center of the training field.

The sixth layer of shield is intact.

No, it's even worse than being completely intact.

It is glowing.

The previous six-layer shield was a deep blue, but now the sixth layer has turned into a dazzling bright white, like the color temperature of the sun's surface.

"The energy density has increased by 37 percent."

The numbers on Jane's bracelet turned completely red.

"Our attack not only failed to weaken it, but actually satiated it?"

Doctor Strange removed his faceplate, his hair matted together with sweat.

"The chaotic collision of energy from different systems generated a large amount of waste heat."

Vision hovered in mid-air, his icy blue pupils rapidly processing data.

"The shield's self-repair process recovers and reuses this waste heat, which actually enhances its own energy reserves."

"This isn't a hodgepodge," Vision concluded.

"They poured a bucket of gasoline into the furnace."

"Taking them all at once won't work, taking them in batches won't work, and now even piling them all together is considered 'charging them up'?"

Star-Lord was the first to break down, plopping down on the floor, throwing his iron sword aside, which clattered and slid far away.

"Let's just stop fighting and let Galactus handle it."

He looked up at the ceiling, his hands outstretched on his knees, like a puppet whose soul had been emptied.

"Let him eat the Earth up; I'm not from Earth anyway."

"The Milky Way is vast; the whole world is home!"

"What the hell are you running for?" Rocket's head popped out from the gap in Tyrannomon's armor. "Your spaceship is still parked on the roof of headquarters, and it's not even fully fueled."

Wanda planted her staff on the ground, her chest heaving violently.

Pietro crouched in the distance, his hands resting on his knees, golden lightning crackling and darting around him.

"The frequencies don't match." Pietro exhaled. "When my speed force collides with Wanda's chaos magic, it's like two radios turned up to maximum volume at the same time; neither of them can hear the other."

"We're missing a commander," Jane said in a low voice.

Her gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on the gray figure in the corner.

Sarah.

She didn't even move.

From beginning to end, Sarah remained crouched in the farthest corner of the training field.

She did not participate in this round of attacks because everyone assumed that the first six floors had to be breached before she could go up.

But the sixth layer was not breached.

Even the fragments created after the first five layers were broken through are slowly reforming.

Sarah crouched on the ground, a kitchen knife resting horizontally on her knees, her amber vertical pupils fixed on the sixth layer of shield in the center, which was brighter than before.

Her head tilted to the side.

Like a chef re-examining a failed dish.

"What?" Star-Lord noticed her movement, his voice hoarse. "What brilliant idea do you have now?"

"I'm thinking..." Sarah's voice was very soft.

She stood up.

The cleaver was held in his hand, and dark red gourmet cell patterns slowly flowed across its blade.

"Why did you have to break it?"

Everyone was looking at her.

"That's a shield. How can we get in without breaking it?" Star-Lord's tone was filled with suffocating frustration.

"When you eat apples, do you also smash them first?"

The training ground was so quiet that only the hum of the emergency lights could be heard.

"Just take a bite," Sarah said, brandishing the cleaver.

"No need to crush it, just peel it."

Then she strode toward the bright white shield.

"Hey!" Tony yelled, "You've already been launched into the air once!"

Sarah didn't stop.

"Last time it was a chop."

"This time it's a reduction."

She walked to a position three meters away from the sixth layer of the shield and crouched down.

The cleaver is held horizontally in front of the chest, with the blade parallel to the surface of the shield.

It's not the angle for chopping, it's the angle for peeling an apple.

The dark red veins of the gourmet cells spread from the knife handle to her entire right arm, and then continued to spread to her shoulder, collarbone, and side of her neck.

Her skin changed from gray to a mottled color of dark red and gray.

The intense aura of hunger emanating from him even made Frank slightly turn his head.

"Don't stop her."

Li Ang's voice came from the entrance of the training ground.

He was back again, I don't know when. He was holding his third bowl of instant noodles, with a noodle between his chopsticks, and soup was dripping down.

"Let her give it a try."

Sarah let out a sigh of relief.

The cleaver is extended forward.

The tip of the blade touched the surface of the sixth layer of shield.

There was no counter-vibration.

Everyone who witnessed this held their breath. Previously, Sarah's slash had sent her flying, slamming her into the wall. But this time, the blade touched the shield's surface as if it were a layer of jelly.

Because the directions of the forces are different.

The slash is applied perpendicular to the surface, and all the force is reflected back by the shield.

The shaving action applies force in a tangential direction, and the force slides along the surface of the shield, almost without triggering the anti-shock mechanism.

Jane's bracelet started beeping like crazy.

"The recoil value has decreased by 97%!"

Sarah's cleaver moved slowly horizontally along the surface of the shield. Wherever the blade passed, a very thin, dark red mark appeared on the bright white shield.

The mark, like a red line, divided the shield in two.

But it's too slow.

It's so slow that progress is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

"She's trying to chip away at it, but she can't." Jane stared at the data. "At the current rate at which the Gourmet Cells are eroding the shield, it will take at least eleven hours to break through."