Chapter 191
Chapter 191: Chapter 136: âGodâ, âIntentionâ, and âGreat
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Even Milton Cheney, the so-called Seventh Grade Warrior, took three whole days to completely kill this disguiser.
A moment later, countless people surrounded the place.
Seeing Milton Cheney, these people respectfully saluted and said, âSpeaker!â
âFirst, deal with the body. Send it to the Federation Research Institute.â
Milton Cheney nodded and spoke, then made way.
The people who came were from the Regional Strategic Bureau. He watched them swiftly handle the corpse of the disguiser.
A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
These disguisers, if they fully understood the human way of thinking, and master human languages proficiently, wouldnât that allow them to infiltrate the High Command unnoticed?
At that point, none of the Federationâs secrets would remain undisclosed to the Alternate Worldâs clutches.
This was something that absolutely couldnât happen.
Time passed and three years went by in a blink of an eye.
In the Capital City, at the Federal Strategic Bureau Headquarters.
With a serious expression, Milton Cheney opened the catalogue before him.
The room was cloaked in silence as he read wordlessly, examining it closely. After a moment, he finished the final page and closed the catalogue.
âHave the experiments been done? What is the feasibility?â
Milton asked in a low voice, his hand still resting on the cover of the catalogue.
Upon hearing this, Edward Sullivan shook his head and replied, âNo experiments have been conducted, feasibility canât be guaranteed.â
âYou are currently the only Seventh Grade Warrior in the Federation, I donât suggest you risk experimenting. â
âThe Research Institute thinks they can deduce a perfect Eighth Grade Martial
Arts Record within twenty years.â
Upon hearing this, Milton Cheney didnât respond immediately.
He contemplated for a while and then asked, âEdward, do you think we can hold on for another twenty years?â
This question left Edward at a loss for words.
Milton Cheney was fully aware of Edwardâs thoughts: wait until another Seventh Grade Grandmaster Martial Artist emerged from the Federation, and let this artist first try cultivating the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record as a test run.
They wouldnât dare coax him into taking a stab at cultivating it. After all, he was the backbone of the Federation.
If anything unexpected happened to him, the Federation Council would likely plunge into chaos, and at that point, they wouldnât even need to put up a resistance against the Alternate World.
Given this premise, the council members wouldnât want Milton to risk cultivating the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record.
But there was no way they could hide the progress of research into the Martial Arts Record from him, hence Edward was the chosen one to break the news.
âHave those old fools put you up to this?â
âDonât they want me to cultivate the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record? Do any of these old bones have the confidence of becoming a Seventh Grade Grandmaster?â
âMaybe in the past, but who among them today doesnât struggle with binders full of issues? Itâs already good enough if they can find the time for martial arts cultivation.â
Milton placed the catalogue on the table in front of him and softly spoke.
âWe can expend resources to train a Seventh Grade Warrior- For the Federation.
this just takes a few years.â
Edward chimed.
While speaking, he reached out to take the Martial Arts Record from the table.
But in the next moment, his wrist was caught.
Miltonâs voice also resonated in his ears.
âItâs too late. Itâs already been four years since the last large-scale invasion from the Alternate World.â
âI have a premonition that the next invasion wonât be too far away, and it will be on a greater scale. Fortunately, the first and second batches of Martial Arts students have grown up successfully, so we are not without chances.â
Edward didnât struggle to free his hand, he knew Milton was too stubborn to be swayed.
So he withdrew his hand, his face filled with conflict.
If he had known, he wouldnât have disclosed the research progress of the Research Institute to Milton Cheney so soon.
He knew once Milton got wind of it, he would insist on cultivating due to his personality.
But at this crucial moment, the Federationâs foremost expert venturing to cultivate an unfinished product risked more harm than good in case of an unforeseen accident.
âDonât worry, I am cautious.â
âYou donât need to worry about the Federation Research Institute for now.
Instead, you should substitute as the Federation Inspector to visit all the
Martial Arts Academies of the Federation.â
âWhen the Martial Arts Academies were initially built, there were few suitable candidates and many people were hastily chosen. I am afraid of corruption taking place. Inspect them thoroughly, this is very important.â
âWith the practice of martial arts becoming a national endeavor, the Martial
Arts Academies serve as the foundation!â
Milton switched the topic and seriously stated.
This wasnât the first time that this inspection was being conducted, but given the increasing prominence of martial arts, the status of the Martial Arts Academies also rose over time.
There would inevitably be individuals with ulterior motives.
Milton wouldnât bother if these individuals just had ill-intentions, but if they were to translate their ill-will into actions, then naturally, he wouldnât tolerate it.
Edward nodded.
Not even the donkeys in the production teams were driven as hard.
However, he had no objections. The invasion from the Alternate World was a sword hanging over everyoneâs head.
If they were to survive this, they could rest afterwards.
If they couldnât, then they could rest for eternity in the underworld! Watching Edwardâs retreating figure, Milton picked up the Martial Arts Record again.
Although his level of proficiency in martial arts was not high, he had traveled far on the path of a wizard in the Wizard Realm.
The saying âMaster one law, and all others are knownâ wasnât mere rhetoric.
Milton was knowledgeable.
With this Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record in front of him, Milton felt at least 70% confident that he could successfully cultivate it.
This level of confidence was already quite high!
Half a year later, in a desolate plain on the outskirts of Capital City.
âBoom!!â
With each punch and kick, Milton seemed to create sonic booms in the air.
The loud sounds echoed around him.
Flames flickered on his fists as if hidden within the surface.
âBoom!!â
Another punch!