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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.

had much hope of becoming

world may exhibit massive potential at the end of its lifespan, but it

seemed to

year, two

twenty years, thirty

flash, and before one knew it, thirty years

seemed to have regained its

had been cleared, and the subspace creatures were no longer visible except for in

the most critical

era would find it difficult to

elders, martial arts

Arts weren’t

How could that be?

difficult to imagine what the world looked like

Milton’s previous life on the Blue

not mainstream, mass martial arts practice was, even if

practice, was not just a saying

this era, who has high

was

quickly, even to

the

officials in the Federation were

big businesses were also all Martial

‘underachievers’ who graduated from the Martial Arts

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

entering a sort

rank as a Martial Artist when they wanted to hire

see if you were a Martial

ten thousand years, twenty thousand years,

then, technology might not be valued at all, and

about where this world’s

the invasion of the Alternate World, there’s

didn’t belong

be recorded in the history books of this world,

clear, he would reincarnate into many

his second,

City, Federation Research

gray hair, handed the catalog in his hands to Milton and

looked like a middle-aged man at this time,

the catalog, but

is the fourth edition,

that it would be a hundred percent

have passed, I heard you say ‘a hundred percent’ three times,

in a light-hearted tone, teasing the

lived in this world for nearly a hundred years, these experiences were far more important than becoming a