The next morning, one day before the 'Endgame battle' begins.
0200 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!"
