Chapter 1289 - 738: Expelling Demons and Upholding the Dao, Sixteen-Foot Golden Body!

Chapter 1289: Chapter 738: Expelling Demons and Upholding the Dao, Sixteen-Foot Golden Body!

The next morning, one day before the ’Endgame battle’ begins.

preparation room.

Kolby leaned on his chair, nervously rubbing his hands.

His gaze was fixed on the silhouette on the screen, fully absorbed, repeatedly watching recordings of Meng Chuan’s matches.

"My next opponent is this powerful Tier-3 man..."

He wasn’t someone who underestimated others; Meng Chuan’s strength indeed shocked him.

To be honest, even for someone as confident as Kolby, he wasn’t entirely sure of victory.

The body of Three Limits, so powerful.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Kolby wouldn’t have dared to imagine.

Watching the fierce battle between Meng Chuan and Chen Zhiming, admiration was hidden deep in his eyes:

"This man is too formidable. His physical defensive power alone allows him to walk freely in the terrifying force field that I fear, man... he’s even tougher than demon steel!"

Kolby was usually confident, but for once, even he wasn’t sure he could break Meng Chuan’s defense.

"With the divine power seed my Father gave me, I can definitely do it.

But..."

Closing the screen, Kolby sat alone in the preparation room.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed involuntarily as he exhaled:

"Even if... even if I can’t defend the dignity of Meili Jian..."

Kolby unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms:

"I can at least defend my own dignity."

A look of struggle emerged in his eyes, and his voice sounded somewhat dry in the empty room.

Defeating Meng Chuan was his goal for tomorrow.

But what then?

The image of Seviss suddenly invaded his mind like a nightmare.

The body covered in crimson scales, the flames that burned everything, the exaggerated muscles like undulating mountains.

Facing Seviss for the top spot in the group, the overwhelming pressure—so terrifying it seemed to come from the essence of life itself—nearly suffocated him.

A cruel question, impossible to avoid.

Even relying on my Father’s power to defeat Meng Chuan, what comes next?

Chen Zhiming, the second in the group, is definitely no match for Seviss, what will I do facing Seviss again?

That opponent is on a totally different level!

"This is a terrifying monster even Father’s divine power cannot defeat..."

Kolby spoke softly, with a tremble in his voice that he wasn’t aware of himself.

It was a profound feeling of helplessness, as if standing at the foot of a mountain looking up at an insurmountable cliff.

Against an absolute gulf of strength, borrowed power is...

Ultimately just a fleeting mirage...

...

Night enveloped the city, at two in the morning.

Martial Arts Association, sixth floor.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sharp sound of leather shoes hitting the floor echoed through the dimly lit corridor.

Two event staff members had just finished their work, one carrying a thick pile of documents, and the other rubbing his sore wrist.

The latter, who was empty-handed, looked younger.

He let out a long sigh, with a relaxed expression after completing his work:

"Once the endgame battle starts tomorrow and finishes, we’ll be completely freed!"

The older one shook his head, his expression wasn’t joyful but rather solemn:

"Freed? Better cherish the calm days we have now.

The newly formed resistance army is tight on numbers, and the situation in the demon nest everywhere is growing more severe, we are both army-born and trained Martial Arts Grandmasters.

I reckon... once the event concludes, there’s a high chance we’ll be re-enlisted for another tour."

He paused, looking out at the dark night outside the window:

"Xiaoliu, when you’re fighting those ugly things every day, you’re probably going to miss these document handlings..."

The young man listened, but he wasn’t afraid, instead he stood straighter.

There wasn’t fear in his eyes, but rather a sense of eagerness:

"Old Fang, that’s your thinking. If there wasn’t a suitable position for me temporarily vacant at the hometown defense army of Tongzhou, I would have already applied to transfer back!

Sorting documents here always left me feeling like my strength had nowhere to go."

Martial Arts Grandmaster Fang looked at him, a complex expression on his face.

He merely clicked his tongue lightly, not refuting anymore.

They had different experiences, Xiaoliu was too young, his understanding, mindset, and perception of the "battlefield" were somewhat lacking.

In general, he lacked... reverence.

The front line’s cruelty and length, just having a passionate wish to contribute was far from enough...

At this moment, from the crack of a door at the end of the corridor, a steady and profound energy wave emanated from a training room.

Not noticeable originally, but the tranquil night heightened everything perceptible.

Xiaoliu followed the energy, speaking softly, confirming:

"Is Grandmaster Meng Chuan still inside?"

He then looked at Old Fang, confirming again:

"Is he still training without resting at this time, has he forgotten about tomorrow’s competition?"

Grandmaster Fang’s gaze gradually returned, pausing in thought:

"Go knock on the door and remind him, he may have lost track of time while training, don’t let him perform poorly against Old Black tomorrow, affecting the competition."

"Right, right."

Xiaoliu nodded, just as he was about to step forward, the air nearby rippled silently like water waves.

Swish——

A tall figure stepped out from the void, it was Dragon King Huaihai, Kui Yunyu.

She was dressed in a crisp black outfit, her long hair simply tied up.

Like she just finished training, merely standing there, her poised and commanding presence exuded an irrepressible powerful aura.

"Do not disturb him."

Cui Yunyu’s voice was calm yet undeniably authoritative: