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

Star-Lord looked down at his hands.

The cost of each swing of the sword has doubled with each passing moment.

During the first sword strike, my arm only ached; during the tenth sword strike, my fingers began to lose sensation; and during the twentieth sword strike, it felt like my spine was filled with chili water.

This is the thirtieth sword strike.

"Stark, have you ever heard this saying?"

"What?"

Star-Lord gripped the rusty hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white.

He pushed himself up from the ground, his knees cracking twice, his back hunched, his posture terribly awkward.

"The number one dancer in the galaxy, he's never afraid of pain."

"Then let's get started."

"The final round."

Jane took a deep breath and hovered her finger over the countdown button on the holographic panel.

"Listen up, everyone, there's only one goal this time."

She looked up and scanned the entire room.

"Vision presses down on the first four levels, Hulk blasts the fifth, and Doctor Strange and Darcy clear the way."

"Wanda and Pietro continue to accelerate and disrupt Sarah."

"Star-Lord..."

She paused for a second.

"Swing your sword the moment I shout 'Now!'"

Star-Lord slung the iron sword over his shoulder; the rust spots gleamed a dark, brownish-red under the emergency lights.

Coulson stood two steps behind him, his right hand already on Star-Lord's back.

The power of the Paw-Paw Fruit is ready to be unleashed in my palm.

"Your spine can only last fourteen seconds," Coulson said calmly. "I'll pat your back immediately after the sword strikes to dissipate the fatigue from the backlash."

"But you can only play it once. After you finish playing, if you're still standing, you'll have to stand on your own."

"That's enough." Star-Lord gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

The crowd dispersed and returned to their places.

Sarah crouched down again, three meters in front of the sixth layer of shield.

Her own blood was still on the cleaver, and dark red gourmet cell patterns writhed in the bloodstains, repairing the tiny chip on the blade.

Her right arm had been reshaped by the Gourmet Cells; the torn muscles had been reconnected, making it thicker than before.

Vertical pupil locks onto the shield.

It's not the right angle for peeling.

This time, she adjusted her grip on the knife.

Support the back of the knife with your left hand and grip the handle with your right.

The "Triple Acupressure Slash" recorded in the Book of Food Etiquette...

First, cut open the surface layer, then insert the needle into the meridian nodes, and finally pull it apart along the meridian.

A set of three cuts must be completed within one second.

"Three." Jane's countdown began.

Vision's four gems suddenly brightened, their red, orange, blue, and purple light turning his vibranium body into a colorful statue.

"two."

Hulk clasped his hands together, and golden Buddhist light surged from his body. His robe unfurled in the still air, and the image of the Buddha slowly rose behind him, pressing against the ceiling and causing the entire load-bearing beam to creak.

"one."

Pietro stomped his feet on the ground, and a ring of golden lightning exploded, creating a shockwave.

Wanda raised her staff, and a dark red orb of light spun at its tip.

Doctor Strange closed his visor, bent his legs slightly, and dark red magic surged from the soles of his boots.

Darcy rode on Greymon's neck, and the entire Digiloop lit up.

"release!"

Vision makes his move.

Four beams of gemstone light intertwined and pierced through, shattering the first three layers of shields within a second.

Hulk's golden form followed closely behind, and the chanting of the Great Heavenly Dragon made the broken light bulbs on the floor bounce.

The giant hand descended, and the fourth level shattered.

The doctor's Knight Kick and Greymon's Gaia Energy Cannon both hit the fifth floor at the same time.

Dark red flames and golden-green particle streams collided on the shield's surface, creating a burst of bronze-colored light.

Click!

All five layers shattered.

Five seconds.

The sixth shield hovered alone in the center of the training field, its bright white light more dazzling than ever before.

The repair program's berserk mode was activated instantly, and the first layer that had just been shattered was already showing signs of reforming.

Pietro's Speed ​​Force shield enveloped Sarah, while Wanda's chaotic energy struck the shield, creating interference.

Sarah pressed her knife against the shield, and the frequency of her Gourmet Cells surged under the Speed ​​Force.

A dark red cut appeared, then was instantly swallowed up by the berserk repair.

"The repair speed is too fast!" Jane stared at the panel, her nails digging into her palms. "Interference ineffective! The cut's survival time was less than 0.2 seconds!"

Sarah's cleaver was stuck for the second time by the repulsive force of the shield.

This time it's even more ruthless.

The shield condensed into a vortex of energy at the cut, enveloping the entire blade of the Melk cleaver while simultaneously applying a twisting force to Sarah's arm.

"hiss!"

Sarah let out a muffled groan.

A cracking sound came from my right wrist joint, indicating that the bones had misaligned.

The food cells couldn't repair themselves because the torsional force of the shield continued to increase.

"Now!" Jane roared at Star-Lord.

Star-Lord closed his eyes.

It's not because he's handsome, it's because it hurts.

The backlash from the previous sword strike hadn't completely dissipated, and it felt as if a thousand embroidery needles were spinning simultaneously in the crevices of his spine.

But he took a step.

The iron sword was removed from his shoulder, its rusty blade tracing an arc in front of him.

then……

Swing it out.

That sword strike was completely chaotic, without any technique, and the direction of the strike was even at least fifteen degrees off. From the perspective of any martial arts textbook, it deserves a zero score.

But it is a law of cause and effect.

The law of causality doesn't care how cool you are at swinging your arms.

It only cares about one thing.

catch.

The air in the entire training ground seemed to freeze at the same moment.

It's not a metaphor.

It is solidification in a physical sense.

Everyone felt a pressure emanating from the depths of a dimension. That pressure was not gravity, not attraction, not any known physical force.

It's the rule.

The crushing power of higher-dimensional rules.

The bright white sixth layer of shield trembled violently.

It wasn't the same kind of trembling energy fluctuation as before.

It was terror.

Energy beings have no consciousness, no thoughts, and no feelings.

But at this moment, everyone felt it...

This lump of pure energy is afraid.

It is resisting.

The repair program has completely crashed.

It wasn't because it was attacked, nor because it ran out of energy.

Rather, it's because the rules of causality and the defensive logic of the shield have created an irreconcilable conflict.

The core instruction of the defense logic is "resist all attacks".

The core instruction of causality is "You must catch this sword".

Catching the sword means giving up defense.

The two commands short-circuited in the shield's energy loop.

Snapped!

A chaotic arc of electricity exploded on the surface of the bright white sphere.

However, everyone witnessed the most absurd scene of their lives.

The bottom of the sphere of light began to deform.

Under the forced distortion of higher-dimensional causality, pure energy condenses into two bands of light.

The two bands of light bent, curved, and stretched forward.

It's a leg.

Two legs formed from pure energy.

Immediately afterwards, two thinner bands of light extended from the left and right sides of the light sphere.

hand.

Two hands.

It has no torso, no head, and no superfluous parts.

It was a blindingly bright ball of light with two legs growing from the bottom and two arms extending from the sides.

monster.

It looks like a monster.

Then the monster knelt down.

Both legs, imbued with concentrated energy, bent simultaneously, their knees slamming onto the training ground floor.