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Chapter 195: Chapter 137: “42 Years” and “The Path of the Martial Saint” (Seeking Subscriptions)_3

“Jackson, the Infiltration Project for the subspace was picked up by you personally, and three years have passed already, any progress?” Milton Cheney moved his gaze away and turned to leave.

Wesley Yorke followed him.

After hearing what Milton said, he sighed slightly: “No progress at all.”

There was a reason why this so-called infiltration project was abandoned.

He had tried countless methods over the last few years, but none had yielded any substantial results.

“Should I help you check the subspace?”

“Absolutely not. The subspace is extremely unstable. If it suddenly collapses, even a Ninth Grade Martial Artist might get swamped.”

Wesley was startled by Milton’s words,

Milton was now arguably the most important person in the Federation, it was not worth taking such a risk.

It was only discovered a few years ago that the subspace could collapse. Before that, nobody knew the subspace could even collapse.

That time, the Federal Second Bureau suffered significant losses.

“Time waits for no one! For how long are we supposed to keep up this passive resistance?” , Milton lamented.

It had been more than a decade since the last large-scale invasion from the alternate world, Milton did not know when their total assault would come.

But with the Federation as it currently stands, the chances of withstanding this onslaught were slim.

Most likely less than one in ten.

Of course, if Milton hadn’t come to this world and there was no martial arts technique here,

The chances of victory would drop to zero.

As the saying goes, ‘The Heaven subtracts one from fifty to leave the Great Limit of forty-nine.’

With Martial Arts, this world might not be without any opportunity at all.

“Lets wait a bit more. The Research Institute said that they guarantee they can deduce the Ninth Grade Martial Way Records within twenty years,” Wesley said somewhat helplessly.

The future seemed to be shrouded in darkness, it was uncertain when the light of hope would finally break through this darkness and illuminate the ground.

“The Research Institute?”

Milton Cheney muttered to himself, then shook his head.

It was too hard, without any reference. Even if the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record were brought into the Wizard Realm, twenty years might not be enough.

longer had much hope of becoming a Martial

the end

to

year, two years,

years, twenty years, thirty

flew by in a flash, and before one knew it, thirty

seemed to have regained its

the subspaces had been cleared, and the subspace creatures were no

become the most critical thing in the

era would find it difficult to

the memories of their elders, martial arts were not the

Arts weren’t

How could that be?

imagine what the world looked

just like in Milton’s previous

was not mainstream, mass martial arts practice was, even if there was evidence, few would believe

arts practice, was not just a

era, who has high

it was the Martial

make money quickly, even to

it’s the

percent of the officials in the

of big businesses were also all

majority of ‘underachievers’ who graduated from the Martial

of Third Grade, Fourth Grade, Fifth Grade, and

Federation was entering a sort of

Golden Bowl and big businesses looked at your rank as a Martial Artist when they wanted to

women would see

go on for another ten

not be valued at all, and the strength of

about where

invasion of the Alternate World, there’s no

belong to

name would be recorded in the history books of this world, occupying

he would reincarnate into many other

world was his second, but

City, Federation

had gray hair, handed the catalog in his hands to Milton and did not

a middle-aged man at this time, seemingly unchanged from thirty years

but did not immediately

this is the

years ago that it

years have passed, I heard you say ‘a hundred percent’ three times, how come you don’t

light-hearted tone, teasing the old fellow in front

this world for nearly a hundred years, these experiences