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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 becoming

the end of its lifespan,

point, time seemed to have an accelerated button

two years, three

years, twenty years, thirty

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

to have regained its tranquility as

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

become the most critical

era

of their elders, martial arts were

Arts weren’t

How could that be?

to imagine what the world looked

like in Milton’s previous life on the Blue

claim that decades ago, technology was not mainstream, mass martial arts practice was, even if there was evidence, few would believe

martial arts practice, was not just

era, who has

it was

money quickly, even to the point of not

it’s the

in the Federation were

big businesses were also all

from the Martial

Third Grade, Fourth Grade, Fifth Grade, and

entering a sort of

your rank as a Martial

would see

go on for another ten thousand years,

technology might not be valued at all, and

Milton wasn’t concerned about where this world’s future

withstand the invasion of the Alternate World, there’s no

ultimately didn’t belong to this

in the history books of this

Milton was very clear, he would reincarnate

second,

City, Federation

had gray hair, handed the catalog in his hands to

looked like a middle-aged man at this

the catalog, but

this is

ten years ago that it would

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

light-hearted tone, teasing the old fellow in

world for nearly a hundred years, these experiences were far more important than becoming a Ninth Grade