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“Hurry up!”
“Captain, it’s impossible! After a large-scale firepower cover, less than twenty percent was eliminated. It must be a large subspace!”
A sowhat young man spoke, his tone a mix of emotions.
The captain he ntioned was not much older than he was.
The captain fell silent after hearing this.
They all understood what a large subspace represented.
It ant that they probably wouldn’t be able to make it back this ti.
“Sigh-
“Did you write your wills?”
“Don’t worry, Captain. I’ve written it long ago. But you know, I’m not good at writing. I couldn’t write much.”
Upon hearing this, the complex look on the young man’s face faded and he spoke in a relaxed tone.
“Send the ssage to the control center.”
“As for us, we’ll stall for as long as we can!”
The captain in the young man’s words spoke. After speaking, he stood up, ready to leave the firepower control area.
But the next mont, his steps suddenly ca to a halt. The relaxed expression on the young man’s face also froze.
“Is that… a Martial Artist?!”
In the East District, before the large subspace, a figure appeared out of nowhere!
Countless creatures not belonging to this world surged out from the subspace passage, forming a torrent.
Yet, one man stood before this torrent, blocking its path.
Everyone around simultaneously paused in their actions.
The next mont, the middle-aged man blocking the entrance of this large subspace launched his attack!
“[Martial Arts Technique • Eight Points Power]!”
“Boom!!”
The power of this punch was sowhat indescribable.
Those who saw it were dumbstruck. The power of guns and cannons was nothing compared to this punch.
Flas covered the sky as air friction took place.
It was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded!
Just this single punch cut off the torrent!
Countless creatures from the subspace were directly overturned!
“Are Martial Artists really this powerful?”
The young man who saw this mumbled to himself.
No one answered him. Everyone who saw this scene was stunned by the power of this punch.
Stunned by the strength of a Martial Artist!
“Is this a Grandmaster? Or a Great Grandmaster?”
There was still no response.
The middle-aged man didn’t stop his movents. His punching speed was impossible to catch with the naked eye.
“Boom!”
The trendous booming sound made their eardrums tremble.
They too were Martial Artists and graduates from the Martial Arts Academy, but they had never imagined that a Martial Artist could have such destructive abilities.
By the ti they regained their senses, the place was already a ss.
The so-called large subspace, no more creatures were surging out.
The young man was sowhat dumbfounded.
He had thought this would be his last battle, but unexpectedly, there was hope in the darkness.
“Who… is this?”
This ti, soone answered his question.
The one who answered him was his own captain, a highly talented Martial Artist. His voice was full of fervor:
“Chief Director of the Federal Strategic Bureau, Great Grandmaster of our tis, Speaker Cheney! ”
“It turns out to be him!”
A flash of realization crossed the young man’s eyes.
“Don’t just stand there, clear the battlefield!”
Seeing everyone still standing in place, the captain shouted loudly.
The next mont, everyone snapped back to reality and quickly started to clear the battlefield.
Capital City, Strategic Center.
Seeing Milton Cheney return, Earl Lees quickly approached.
Then, he handed the Ginseng-like herb in his hand to Milton.
Milton took it, bit a chunk off, chewed it twice, and then swallowed it directly.
His body was constantly emitting heat.
“Speaker, your energy consumption is too high, you mustn’t casually exert yourself.”
Earl Lees expressed his worries.
Milton shook his head, said nothing, and kept chewing the dicine in his mouth.
“How many are left?”
“Based on our detection, 546 subspaces are still remaining within the Federation.”
Hearing this, Milton exhaled a sigh of exhaustion.
He alone was indeed not enough, it was like using a cup of water to douse a burning cart of firewood.
The rate at which he was destroying them couldn’t catch up with the natural growth of these subspaces.
Handing the half-eaten ginseng to Earl Lees, Milton vanished from the spot.
The Strategic Center had others to oversee it now, Milton was not needed to command the overall situation from the rear.
He now had to step up to the front line. Otherwise, the batches of Martial Arts students who had graduated over the years were far from enough.
After becoming an Eighth Grade Martial Artist, although Milton couldn’t teleport, his speed was hard to keep up with.
Through a series of sorsaults, Milton arrived at his destination.
“Victoria White, how is the subspace infiltration plan going?”
The Victoria White he spoke of was an efficient woman who jumped slightly upon hearing Milton’s voice.
“Can’t you stop appearing without warning?
“The progress is small, the subspace seems like a separately opened space, even if we infiltrate, we can’t cross from the subspace to the alternate world invading us.”
Victoria quickly responded.
Hearing this, Milton rubbed his temples and pondered for a mont.
“Abandon the infiltration plan. Reduce unnecessary casualties and shift the focus back to resisting the subspace invasion.”
“As expected, we can’t take steps too large. We can’t even block, thinking about counter-attacking is just too naive. ”
Milton said.
Then he told Victoria about so of the plans and further emphasized on them.
The next mont, he disappeared once again from the spot.
Only he had the ability to clear the large subspaces within the Federation, so his ti was precious.
In this tense atmosphere, two years quickly passed by..
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