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The intensity of this punch was terrifying and it did not appear to be generated by human strength.
Milton Cheney’s will was incredibly firm, it was as if there was a shadowy humanoid figure in front of him, teaching him boxing.
In a daze, it seed like Milton’s consciousness had entered an unknown place.
“Is this, the Spiritual Sea?”
“No, not the Spiritual Sea, what is this?”
While Milton was left lost in thought, a huge ball of fla rose in front of him.
A gigantic fire, a fiery red fla.
There was no scorching heat, but it seed like it wanted to engulf the entire world.
“This is, my god?!”
On the Martial Arts Path, both physique and spirit progress together.
However, due to the limitations of the world, it seed like one’s spirit was hidden on the Martial Arts Path.
But being hidden doesn’t an it vanished, at this mont, the fla that Milton saw was his ‘spirit’, his ‘will’!
The fla, was his ‘god’!
This is the fla of hope, but also the fla of destruction!
The next mont, Milton’s consciousness left that unknown place.
He could feel the incredible strength that now coursed through his body.
This was a power that definitely rivaled that of a Level 2 Blood Wizard.
He felt his will had reached a terrifying realm of power.
This type of will was sothing he had never experienced in his past life or in a true body simulation.
It was like even if the world was to end in front of him, he could still face death calmly.
The strength of spiritual attributes was not just exhibited in the vastness of the spiritual sea.
If one were to break down spiritual attributes into ‘spiritual power’ and ‘will’.
The current Milton had surely reached the extre, all his spiritual attributes were concentrated in his ‘will’. Eighth Grade Martial Artist!
Great Grandmaster!
He made it!
Milton clenched his fists, this formidable power gave him the idea to smash all the subspace to pieces.
But his powerful will suppressed this idea.
At the mont, if there’s one thing he didn’t lack, it was supre self-control.
However, he thought a reasonable release was still necessary.
Carson Dutton’s eyes were a bit dazed, but he quickly regained himself.
Within three days, his student had destroyed twelve subspaces.
Furthermore, these subspaces were not the already conquered ones, but those in a stalemate.
“Great Grandmaster?”
Carson Dutton asked softly, but Milton could hear him very clearly.
Milton nodded his head.
“Good! Good! Good!”
Carson Dutton’s eyes sparkled, spouting three ‘good’s in succession.
One could imagine how excited he was at the mont.
“It’s a pity that you were born too late, if you were born fifty years earlier, our Federation would have been impregnable.”
Carson Dutton remarked sowhat wistfully.
He usually wouldn’t make such statents, but at this ti, he was incredibly elated.
The Federation now had a Great Grandmaster Martial Artist in the truest sense.
This realm, even combing through the history of the Federation, one could not find anyone else.
This ant that Milton was the strongest person in the history of the Federation, without equal.
“ntor, I have given my insights on the eighth-grade martial arts record to the Research Institute. Within a year, all the martial arts academies of the Federation will implent the new martial arts record.”
“Within a hundred years, there will be countless gifted individuals.” “This world is not beyond redemption, and we have already invented the only redy.”
Milton spoke up.
However, there was no trace of relief in his tone.
A Great Grandmaster Martial Artist was very strong, they could even rule over a Level 2 Wizard Continent in the Wizard Realm.
But having only him as a Great Grandmaster was clearly not enough. The forces that could launch an invasion of this world would certainly not be weak.
An Eighth Grade Martial Artist resisting an entire world?
Even a Ninth Grade Martial Artist probably wouldn’t cut it.
Only having top, middle and lower tier martial artists in abundance can bring a sliver of hope.
If the maximum limit of this world is the Martial Saint, Milton would always strive to be the Martial Saint.
Whether it was for the sake of this world or for himself, he had compelling reasons to do so.
“A hundred years, huh? I guess I won’t live to see that ti.”
Carson laughed as he spoke.
Death didn’t seem such a big deal to him now.
The experiences of these years were richer than the decades before, if he would die, it wouldn’t be with regrets.
“ntor, you will live to see that day!” “I hope so!”
Carson responded with a hint of emotion.
These years, he rose from being a platoon leader in the Fourth Bureau to being the director of the Second Bureau and the First Councilor of the Federation.
His na had already made a heavy mark in the history books.
To him, living or dying no longer made much difference.
The only reason for him to keep going was to yield so warmth for the Federation, for the world.
Neither the ntor nor his student said anything else after that.
A silence filled the area.
In the end, Milton got up and left his ntor’s office.
One year, two years, three years, four years!
Four years passed in the blink of an eye.
Milton had once said that martial art academies would be established throughout the Federation within a hundred years. Now, after several decades, he had fulfilled this promise.
Across the Federation, thousands of martial art academies were spread across hundreds of cities.
These cities were not like the ones on Blue Star in Milton’s previous life.
Each city in the Federation was larger than provinces in his previous life.
One could imagine the astronomical number of students graduating from the martial arts academies every year.
Martial arts high schools and primary schools were also beginning to be built in the Federation.
At present, at least 80% of the people in the Federation chose the Martial Arts Departnt for their higher-level examinations.
From this point, the impact of the invasion from an alternate world on this world was apparent.
Of course, choosing martial arts did not an completely giving up on knowledge.
The martial arts academy was not a place to train people who only knew how to fight, it also taught other subjects besides martial arts.
Capital City, Strategic Headquarters!
After undergoing several years of transformation, this was currently the largest strategic center in the Federation.
Milton was standing on the second floor of the Strategic Center at the mont.
His gaze was fixated on the huge screen at the center of the first floor.
Until a bright red spot suddenly appeared on the screen.
“Sound the Federation’s first level red combat alert!”
“Personnel from the Second and Third Bureau should quickly take their positions!
“Ensure a smooth information transfer from the central control’s information center. When needed, I will take action personally.”
“After preparing for so long, whether we can escape from the tiger’s mouth depends on this ti.”
Seeing the increasing number of red dots on the big screen, Milton’s expression did not change as he softly commanded.
Earl Lees, who was standing by his side, although just in his middle ages, had white hair.
He skillfully operated the communication panel in his hand, sending out one ssage after another.
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