He had already become a Martial Saint in this world, and the Ninth Grade Martial Way Records were his limit. At least, this limit wouldn't be broken for hundreds of years.
So, in this world, Milton Cheney had grown to his limit.
Milton was grateful to this strange world. He was not foolish. The likelihood was that his talent in martial arts had been awarded by the World Consciousness.
His death in this world would not signify genuine death.
He owed a favor to this world, and this universal assault would be his way of repaying it fully before bidding this world goodbye.
Farewell does not mean never to meet.
In the future, he might even be able to return to this world. The only thing uncertain was whether Wesley Yorke, the little fellow, would still be there.
Thinking of this, Milton chuckled lightly.
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Three months later
"The newly discovered six subspaces in the East District have been cleaned up!"
Four months later
