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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

potential at the end of its lifespan, but it does have its

time seemed to have an

two years,

twenty

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

world seemed to have regained

the subspace creatures were

become the most critical thing

people living in this era would

of their elders, martial arts were not the

weren’t the

How could that be?

it difficult to imagine what the world looked like without martial

was just like in Milton’s previous life on

mainstream, mass martial arts practice was, even if

not just

era, who has

it was

quickly, even to the point of not lacking

the Martial

percent of the officials in

leaders of big businesses were also

‘underachievers’ who graduated from the Martial Arts Academy

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

Federation was entering a sort of alternative

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

women would see if

go on for another ten thousand years, twenty thousand years,

technology might not be valued at all, and the strength of individuals

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

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

ultimately didn’t belong to this

be recorded in the history books of

Milton was very clear, he would reincarnate into

was his second, but definitely

City, Federation Research

the catalog in his hands to Milton and

still looked like a middle-aged man at this time,

the catalog, but did not immediately open

this is the fourth

me ten years ago that it

three times, how come you don’t seem confident

in a light-hearted tone, teasing the old fellow

hundred years, these experiences were far