Accusation

"Our Lotto Group provided you with mech technology, production lines, and faster-than-light void-crossing starships, raising your technological level. Otherwise, could you have possessed so many powerful mechs?" Farrow's gaze swept lightly over the crowd, his heart filled with disgust.

"What? You went through one battle and now you're beating a retreat? Is there really such a good deal in this world?"

Sangbini said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Farrow, we are not beating a retreat. It's just that if this kind of battle continues, none of our Alliances can bear the cost!"

Modi of the Duobimo Alliance also spoke up:

"Mr. Farrow, of course we are grateful that the Lotto Group provided us with technology. But as you can see, our Alliances have too few martial artists, and Grandmaster-level martial artists are even scarcer. This time, we have brought nearly all the Grandmaster martial artists we could mobilize. If they are all lost here, we truly will have no strength left to fight!"

"Yes! Farrow Prenatal, we can't mobilize any more martial artists!"

Of course, although these people were exaggerating somewhat, it might also have been close to the truth.

The Galactic Alliance was considered a latecomer to martial arts, having developed them for barely three hundred years. Yet it would not have been a problem for the entire Alliance to draw out over a thousand Grandmasters. As for the One Sect and Three Academies, setting One Sect aside, any one of the Three Academies could send out a hundred or so Grandmasters without issue.

But that would truly drain every civilization dry. If they all perished here, martial arts throughout the entire Alliance would stagnate.

After all, they were not like the Tianli Sect, or those worlds where martial arts were powerful and Grandmasters were as common as dogs.