"Fifty percent? You're asking for far too much. Do you really think our four-way alliance is just for show?"
The tide of opposition was like a tsunami, nearly overwhelming the battle lines of Galaxy 118.
Although the million Martial Artists from Galaxy 118 struggled to hold their formation, their morale was already at an absolute low.
Qin Feng watched on with cold detachment, his mind as clear as a mirror.
'From the moment it was proposed, this plan was doomed to fail.'
The proposal to "divide by star system" fizzled out after nearly a month of verbal sparring and several minor, bloody skirmishes.
Immediately after, a second plan was proposed: "distribution by strength."
This time, the one who proposed it was a lone powerhouse from Galaxy 116.
His aura was immense, his Mental Power cultivation had reached the peak of the Infinite Sea, and he was clearly supremely confident in himself.
"Since we can't reach a consensus, we might as well establish some rules."
