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

Wanda's chaotic energy accurately struck the surface of the sixth layer of the shield, and dark red interference ripples spread along the shield's meridians.

The self-repair speed immediately decreased.

The numbers on the bracelet changed from red to orange.

"Repair speed reduced by 43%! Exceeding the critical threshold!"

Sarah's cleaver pressed against the surface of the shield, carving dark red cuts that eroded deeper at a rate of thirty millimeters per second.

Pietro's Speed ​​Force membrane tightly enveloped her, and golden arcs of electricity shot up Sarah's arm and onto the back of the cleaver, pushing the operating frequency of the gourmet cells to their limit.

"It's working! Breakthrough in progress!" Jane's voice rose a half-tone.

On the holographic panel, the energy density curve of the sixth layer of the shield showed a downward inflection point for the first time.

Everyone held their breath.

Then, the shield reacted.

The bright white sphere of light suddenly contracted, then expanded to twice its previous size.

The blinding white light illuminated the entire training ground, making even shadows disappear.

Jane's bracelet emitted a series of piercing alarm sounds, the orange numbers instantly turned red, and then black.

"Oh no! The repair process has entered berserk mode!" Jane's voice cracked. "The self-repair speed has increased six hundredfold! It's repelling Sarah's corruption!"

The shield's energy gathered wildly around the cut, and the dark red gap healed at a visible speed.

It's not just about healing.

As the shield repaired, it exerted a repulsive force on Sarah's cleaver.

That's not a counter-vibration, it's compression.

The energy of the entire sixth layer tightened inward at the cut, gripping the blade of the cleaver tightly.

"The knife is stuck!" Sarah's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.

The muscles in her right arm vibrated at an extremely high frequency under the power of the Speed ​​Force, and the dark red lines of the Gourmet Cells shot from her wrist to her shoulder blade.

But the cleaver didn't budge.

The shield has caught it and is tightening.

Click.

That was the sound of bones enduring the ultimate pressure.

Sarah's right hand was covered in bulging veins, and her five fingers were deformed by the force transmitted from the shield.

The handle of the cleaver made a metallic, tired creaking sound in her palm.

"Her hand is going to be ruined!" Rocket shrieked, peeking out from behind the Tyrannomon's claws.

Pietro gritted his teeth, pushing the output of the golden lightning to its limit.

Blood seeped from the tip of his nose, the Speed ​​Force was overloaded, but Sarah's body was still being pushed back by the repulsive force of the shield within the force field.

"Wanda! Increase the interference!" Pietro roared.

Wanda increased the staff's damage output from 30% to 50%, and the dark red chaotic energy struck the shield, splashing out a shower of purple sparks.

Useless.

The repair program's berserk mode completely overwhelmed her interference frequency.

The self-repair speed not only did not decrease, but actually increased by 12%.

"Fifty percent isn't enough?" Wanda's temple throbbed with a vein.

"Even 70% isn't enough." Jane stared at the data, her voice hoarse. "The repair speed in berserk mode is 600 times that of normal. All our interference methods have failed."

Sarah's right arm began to tear.

This isn't a metaphor; it's a real tearing apart.

The pressure from the shield was transmitted from the knife handle to her metacarpals, wrist joints, and forearms. The gourmet cells beneath her skin regenerated frantically, but the regeneration rate could barely keep up with the tearing speed.

Blood dripped from between her fingers, landing on the floor with a hissing sound and releasing hot steam.

The blood temperature of the food cells burned exceeded 120 degrees Celsius.

"Let go!" Jane shouted at Sarah.

Sarah didn't move.

His amber-colored vertical pupils were fixed on the dark red cut on the surface of the shield that was rapidly healing.

"I saw it."

Her voice was so low that only Pietro could hear it.

"core."

At the deepest part of the cut, in the fraction of a second before it closed, Sarah saw...

The light core encased in the innermost layer of the shield is pulsating at a specific frequency.

With each pulse, the energy core simulating the core of a star-devouring machine sends repair commands to the six layers of shields.

All the acupoints recorded in the "Introduction to Food Theory" were pulsating on the surface of that light core.

She can see.

It's visible, but out of reach.

"I need a second." Sarah turned her head, her vertical pupils sweeping across the entire room.

"Can someone stop this thing and fix it? Give me a second of respite."

Everyone in the training field looked at each other in bewilderment.

Stop the shield from repairing?

Vision's four gems are suppressing the first four layers, and his output has reached its limit.

Even after Hulk's Buddha-like form shattered, it was still reassembling, taking at least fifteen seconds.

Tony's black hole particles proved in the last round that offensive tactics would only be absorbed and converted by the shield.

one second.

Who can create this second?

"etc."

Everyone turned their heads.

Star-Lord crouched against the wall, his iron sword lying across his knees, its rusted blade reflecting the stark white light of the emergency lamp.

He looked terrible.

It's not that I'm afraid of being bad, it's the kind of bad that comes after nearly turning my spine into noodles by the price of my twenty-ninth sword swing...

His face was ashen, his lips were chapped, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"My sword." Star-Lord's voice was hoarse.

"One hundred percent chance of catching a blade bare-handed."

Tony's breath hitched for a second.

"Any target capable of attacking will be forced into a 'catching the sword' action by causality the moment the sword is swung." Star-Lord licked his lips.

"The shield has an energy core, and the core is in operation, giving it defensive capabilities."

"So theoretically..."

"It also has to take the sword," Jane finished the sentence for him.

The training ground was silent for two seconds.

"Wait a minute." Rocket poked his entire body out from behind the Tyrannosaurus, gesturing with his claw. "That's a lump of pure energy! It has no hands! No feet! How can it catch the sword?"

Star-Lord shook his head, his voice hoarse: "Causality doesn't care whether you have hands or not."

"How will it connect?" Frank leaned against the corner of the wall, the black lines on his right arm wriggling twice as fast as usual.

Star-Lord shrugged, the movement causing a jolt in his back that made him grit his teeth in pain.

"God knows, this damn sword triggers in a different way every time."

"For humanoid enemies, you kneel down and raise your hands above your head; for enemies like Kang who are sitting in a chair, you force them to bend over."

"A lump of pure energy..."

He paused for a moment.

"To be honest, I'm curious too."

Tony stared at the bright white orb for three seconds. Then he started to laugh.

It wasn't the usual sarcastic sneer, nor the hearty laughter at seeing something funny.

It's the almost manic laugh of a genius when their inspiration explodes under extreme pressure.

"it is good."

Tony's voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, soft and raspy.

"Excellent!"

"Jane, reset all parameters. Everyone return to the initial position."

He turned around, walked to Star-Lord, squatted down, and looked at the galactic thug slumped against the wall at eye level.

Quill.

"Um?"

"Can you hold on just one more time?"