Chapter 191 - 191: 136: ‘God’, ‘Intention’, and ‘Great
Chapter 191 - 191: 136: ‘God’, ‘Intention’, and ‘Great
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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, “Speaker!”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
“First, deal with the body. Send it to the Federation Research Institute.”
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, wouldn’t that allow them to infiltrate the High Command unnoticed?
At that point, none of the Federation’s secrets would remain undisclosed to the Alternate World’s clutches.
This was something that absolutely couldn’t 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.
“Have the experiments been done? What is the feasibility?”
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, “No experiments have been conducted, feasibility can’t be guaranteed.”
“You are currently the only Seventh Grade Warrior in the Federation, I don’t suggest you risk experimenting. ”
“The Research Institute thinks they can deduce a perfect Eighth Grade Martial
Arts Record within twenty years.”
Upon hearing this, Milton Cheney didn’t respond immediately.
He contemplated for a while and then asked, “Edward, do you think we can hold on for another twenty years?”
This question left Edward at a loss for words.
Milton Cheney was fully aware of Edward’s 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 wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t even need to put up a resistance against the Alternate World.
Given this premise, the council members wouldn’t 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.
“Have those old fools put you up to this?”
“Don’t 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?”
“Maybe in the past, but who among them today doesn’t struggle with binders full of issues? It’s already good enough if they can find the time for martial arts cultivation.”
Milton placed the catalogue on the table in front of him and softly spoke.
“We can expend resources to train a Seventh Grade Warrior- For the Federation.
this just takes a few years.”
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.
Milton’s voice also resonated in his ears.
“It’s too late. It’s already been four years since the last large-scale invasion from the Alternate World.”
“I have a premonition that the next invasion won’t 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.”
Edward didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 Federation’s foremost expert venturing to cultivate an unfinished product risked more harm than good in case of an unforeseen accident.
“Don’t worry, I am cautious.”
“You don’t 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.”
“When 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.”
“With the practice of martial arts becoming a national endeavor, the Martial
Arts Academies serve as the foundation!”
Milton switched the topic and seriously stated.
This wasn’t 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 wouldn’t bother if these individuals just had ill-intentions, but if they were to translate their ill-will into actions, then naturally, he wouldn’t 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 everyone’s head.
If they were to survive this, they could rest afterwards.
If they couldn’t, then they could rest for eternity in the underworld! Watching Edward’s 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 ‘Master one law, and all others are known’ wasn’t 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.
“Boom!!”
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.
“Boom!!”
Another punch!
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