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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

at the end of its lifespan, but it does

to have

two years, three

twenty years, thirty

in a flash, and before one knew it, thirty years had

seemed to have regained its

and the subspace creatures were no longer visible except

Arts had become the most critical

living in this era would find it difficult

martial arts were not

Arts weren’t the

How could that be?

difficult to imagine what the world looked like without martial

like in Milton’s

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

was not just a saying in the

this era, who

was

even to the point of

it’s the

officials in

big businesses were also all Martial

Martial

Grade, Fifth Grade, and Sixth Grade Martial

entire Federation was entering a

businesses looked at your rank as a Martial

matchmaking, women would see if you were a

were to go on for another ten thousand years, twenty

might not be valued at all,

about where this world’s future was

withstand the invasion of the Alternate

belong to this

the

he would

world was his second, but definitely

Federation

the catalog in his hands to Milton and did not say

like a middle-aged man at this

took the catalog, but did not

this is the fourth

years ago that it would be a hundred

heard you say ‘a hundred percent’ three

tone, teasing the old fellow in front

lived in this world for nearly a hundred years, these experiences