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

The alloy floor was smashed and left with two dents.

The shield core raised both hands above its head, palms facing upwards, assuming a standard sword-catching posture.

The defense logic completely crashed.

The repair program has stopped working.

The repulsive force disappears.

The twisting vortex that had trapped Sarah's cleaver disintegrated in the same instant.

The audience was silent.

"Wardfa? It's kneeling?!"

Rocket emerged from behind the Tyrannomon, its entire upper body protruding, its tail stiffly standing upright behind it.

Star-Lord held the sword-wielding position for two and a half seconds, then his knees buckled and he fell backward.

Coulson was prepared, and his right palm struck Star-Lord precisely in the center of his back.

boo.

A cloud of grayish-white gas spewed out of Star-Lord's mouth.

That was a fatigued entity ejected from the body by the Paw-Paw Fruit...

A thick, semi-transparent substance with a sour smell fell to the ground, bounced twice, and rolled to the foot of the rocket.

Rockets took several steps back, his face scrunched up in disgust.

Star-Lord gasped for breath; the excruciating pain in his spine had lessened by 70%, but his legs were still weak, and he only managed to stay upright by leaning on Coulson's arm.

"One second."

Jane's voice trembled, not from fear, but from excitement that made her unable to control her vocal cords.

"The shield's duration against the sword is one to two seconds, Sarah!"

No need to shout.

Sarah has moved.

The instant the shield sprouted legs, in the fraction of a second that the repulsive force disappeared, Sarah's body was already launched.

Pietro's Speed ​​Force accelerated her movements to a speed that was imperceptible to the human eye.

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The cleaver detached from the shield and flipped over.

The first knife.

cut.

The dark red blade did not slice horizontally across the shield's surface, but instead pierced straight in.

The unique frequency of the gourmet cells and Melk's cleaver penetrated without hindrance the moment the shield failed, piercing through the bright white energy layer and precisely cutting through the most delicate core defense.

Sarah's vertical pupils saw it at that moment...

Light core.

The energy sphere, simulating the core of a star-devouring planet, is densely covered with pulsating energy nodes.

The "Mingmen," "Qihai," and "Shanzhong" acupoints described in the introduction to food theory all fall on this area.

Second knife.

prick.

The tip of the cleaver precisely pierced the largest nodule.

The moment the blade tip entered, the gourmet cells surged along the blade into the energy node and began to devour and digest it.

The third cut.

pull.

Sarah pulled the blade horizontally along the energy channels.

Dark red gourmet cells spread wildly through the knife marks, marking all the surrounding energy circuits as "edible" and beginning to decompose at the molecular level.

Three knives.

0.8 seconds.

finished.

The moment Sarah landed, the shield's light changed from bright white to grayish-white, and then to gray.

The two legs and two hands, formed from concentrated energy, slowly dissipated.

The surface of the sphere was covered with dark red erosion lines, like an apple that had been gnawed out.

The repair program attempted to restart.

failure.

The energy nodes were sealed from the inside by the Food Righteousness Acupoint Technique.

The repair command was issued, but no one executed it.

The sphere of light trembled one last time, and then...

puff.

Broken.

It sounded like freshly fried food, crispy and crunchy.

The entire simulated shield transformed into countless tiny energy particles from the inside out, dispersing into the air like white breath exhaled in winter.

The main lights on the training field were turned back on.

The repair robot had somehow sneaked in and fixed the circuit.

The white light shone on everyone's faces.

No one spoke.

For a long time, the only sound at the training ground was the hum of the ventilation ducts.

Then the rocket opened.

"Fuck, someone tell me, how does a lump of pure energy grow hands and feet?"

Rocket stood beside the two dents and poked at the deformed marks on the floor with its paw.

The dent was deep, and the alloy at the edges was squeezed and wrinkled like tin foil, definitely caused when it was "kneeling down".

"It must accept the sword; the law of causality allows no exceptions."

Jane closed the holographic panel and let out a long breath.

"Since catching a sword requires both hands and a kneeling posture, it will be forced to create both hands and knees."

Even if it's just a lump of energy without a physical form.

"Even a physics professor would resign on the spot if he saw this."

"I want to quit right now." Rocket plopped down on the edge of the ditch, clutching his head with both hands. "The physics of Midgard is giving me a headache."

Star-Lord was helped to sit against the wall by Coulson; his face was ashen, but he managed not to fall down.

The iron sword was stuck in the floor at his feet, and there were two more rust spots than before he swung it.

Each time it is used, this weapon of causality ages a little more.

"Quill, how are you feeling?" Coulson squatted down next to him to check his pulse.

"That's great." Star-Lord leaned against the wall, the back of his head hitting the cold alloy, his lips were chapped, and his voice was weak, unlike his usual self.

"If you think kneeling down for a lump of balls in exchange for half a life is awesome."

"What you got in return was one second."

Tony's voice came from behind. He walked up to Star-Lord, bent down, and patted him on the shoulder.

It wasn't very powerful, but it was very effective.

"That's enough, Quill."

There are only these three words.

Star-Lord paused for a moment, then lowered his head, staring at his hands that were still trembling slightly.

"Are you serious?"

"When did I ever use polite words?"

Star-Lord looked up, before he could say anything...

The sound of chewing came from the center of the training field.

Everyone turned their heads as if by reflex.

Sarah crouched at the spot where the shield had shattered, holding something in her hands and stuffing it into her mouth.

She is eating.

It consumes the energy particles remaining after the shield shatters.

Sarah was sucking the gray dust particles scattered in the air into her mouth, one bite at a time, her cheeks puffing out as she chewed, making a crunching sound.

The expressions of everyone in the room froze simultaneously.

"Is she chewing energy?" Star-Lord's voice cracked.

"Gourmet cells see everything as digestible food." Jane's voice trembled with an academic air, "including the remnants of shattered shields."

"To her, those weren't just fragments, they were..."

"Dessert after dinner," Sarah finished for her.

She stood up, patted off non-existent trash from her hands, and a trace of dark red glint still clung to the corner of her mouth.

His vertical pupils swept across the entire room.

"All six layers are shattered. The Causality Iron Sword created a window for receiving the sword, and the Gourmet Cell's Food Magic Acupoint Technique precisely sealed the core energy node."

Jane quickly reviewed the data, which flew across the holographic panel under her fingers.

"The tactical closed loop has been established."

"Theoretically, to face a true Galactus, all we need to do is replicate today's process..."

"Theoretically," Tony interrupted her.

"Theory doesn't apply to real combat."

He crossed his arms and raised his chin, signaling Jane to continue.

"There are at least three variables in actual combat," Jane said, holding up three fingers.

"First, the real Galaxian shell is much stronger than the simulation version. The simulation data has undergone at least 30 times parameter reduction processing, and the actual energy density is far greater than today's training."

"Secondly, the real Galactus will fight back; he won't just stand there and let you peel him away layer by layer."

"third……"

"Your food cells have only been fused for 36 hours, and compatibility is only 47% complete."

"The three-day adaptation period has been compressed to less than two days, and your body may experience rejection at any time during the battle."