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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.

no longer had much hope of

may exhibit massive potential at the end

to

two

years, twenty years, thirty

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

to have regained its tranquility as time

were no longer visible except for in

Arts had become the most critical

this era would find it

memories of their elders, martial arts

weren’t the

How could that be?

imagine what the world

in Milton’s previous

technology was not mainstream, mass martial arts practice was,

was not just a

this era, who has high

it was

money quickly, even to the

it’s the Martial

ninety percent of the officials in the Federation were all

of big businesses

the Martial Arts

Grade, Fourth Grade, Fifth Grade, and Sixth Grade Martial Artists

was entering a sort of

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

during matchmaking, women would see if

to go on for another ten thousand years, twenty

be valued at all, and the

concerned about

they couldn’t withstand the invasion of the Alternate World, there’s no point in talking

belong to

the history books of

was very clear, he would reincarnate into many other

world was his second,

City, Federation Research

handed the catalog in his hands to Milton and did

a middle-aged man at this time, seemingly unchanged

but did

is the

ten years ago that it would be a hundred

ten years have passed, I heard you say ‘a hundred percent’ three times, how come you don’t seem confident at all this

a light-hearted tone, teasing the

in this world for nearly a hundred years, these experiences were far more