Demon-Expelling and Dao-Defending Plan, Sixteen-Foot Golden Body!

The next morning, the day before the Final Battle began.

Preparation Room 0200.

Colby sat back in his chair, rubbing his hands together uneasily.

His gaze was fixed on the figure in the projection, his entire focus absorbed as he replayed Meng Chuan's match footage again and again.

"My next opponent is this powerful Third Limit man..."

He was not someone who thought himself invincible. Meng Chuan's strength had truly shocked him.

To be honest, even someone as confident as Colby had little certainty that he could win.

A Third Limit body was this powerful.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Colby would never have dared imagine it.

Watching Meng Chuan's fierce battle with Chen Zhiming, admiration lay hidden deep in his eyes. "This man is too damn tough. Relying on the defenses of his flesh alone, he can move freely through baleful force that I'd desperately avoid, man... he's practically harder than demon-forged iron!"

Colby had always been confident, but this time, even he could not be sure whether he could break through Meng Chuan's defenses.

"With the Divine Power seed Father God gave me, I can definitely do it. But..."

He shut off the projection and sat alone in the preparation room.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he exhaled, he unconsciously sighed. "Even if... even if I can't defend America's dignity..."

Colby clenched his fists unconsciously, his nails nearly digging into his palms. "At the very least, I can defend my own dignity."

Struggle surfaced in his eyes, and his voice sounded somewhat dry in the empty room.

Defeating Meng Chuan was his goal for tomorrow.

But what then?

Sevis's figure instantly invaded his mind like a nightmare.

That body covered in scarlet scales, the flames that incinerated all things,