The Human Giant



Floyd couldn't believe his eyes. He had just witnessed someone just enter the Bloodmaster realm in a blink of an eye. What was even more impressive was that achieving this feat required Whaly to modify the army's Ground Storm body cultivation method, which only could support a first-rate martial artist. 

For someone who never had the talent or enough experience to adapt or modify martial art body cultivation methods, to suddenly gain the ability to do so while also having enough foundation to break through was a miracle. Even though he had predicted that body cultivation methods could benefit from these refreshing sensations, Floyd never thought that someone could use this opportunity to break through a realm.

"Could Grandfather have a chance to break through to the Martial Grandmaster realm?" Floyd's heart skipped a beat as he thought of the possibility of his Grandfather achieving the ultimate dream of all martial artists.

"Unfortunately, I still think that the chances are next to impossible for anyone to use this war to break through into the martial grandmaster realm. Not only would Grandfather need to be at the peak of the Bloodmaster realm, but he would either have to modify his Bloodmaster body cultivation method or get a Martial Grandmaster body cultivation method."

"Whether it's modifying or getting a Martial Grandmaster body cultivation method, the difficulty level is much higher compared to doing the same with the Bloodmaster realm. Not only that, Grandfather is only a second-rate Bloodmaster and not even close to reaching the first-rate Bloodmaster stage."

"So it should be impossible for Grandfather to go from a second-rate Bloodmaster to a first-rate Bloodmaster, to Peak Bloodmaster, and finally breakthrough to the Martial Grandmaster realm. The difficulty is simply too great, and it would kill long before he even got close." Floyd reluctantly shook his head as he knew in his heart that his Grandfather couldn't achieve his dream.

"The only generals that could come close to breaking through would be General Black Snow, General Devil Storm, and General Blazing Phoenix. General Blazing Phoenix should have the highest chance of breaking through since she should be a Peak Bloodmaster." Recalling the strong pressure that he sensed from General Blazing Phoenix when he first met her, Floyd couldn't help but wonder how much stronger she would become after reaching the next realm.

While Floyd was worried about his Grandfather, he knew that he couldn't continue to just observe the soldiers around him and needed to go back and kill the leftover plants nearby. After looking around, he eventually found a six feet long and two-inch wide vine that was trying to bury itself underground.

Knowing that he had to stop it, Floyd rushed toward the vine using one of the movement martial art techniques that his Grandfather tried to teach him in the past, the Tiger Pounce. By crouching his body like a Tiger spotting its prey from the forest's thick bushes and gathering all his strength into his legs, he was able to burst with immense speed and reach the vine in no time.

A few days passed, and the war against the plants from the Branch Forest was raging around as the world's largest forest fire was consuming the forest. Floyd was busy assisting the medical soldiers in patching up the soldiers who had been injured in the battle against the ever-evolving plant life.

Luckily, after four days had passed, once the war began, Floyd noticed that dozens of large wagons carrying hundreds of bombs each reached them to assist in gaining a footing on the battlefield. While they weren't able to get the Town or the City to send them any Martial Grandmasters, Floyd was happy to see that five more Generals from the City had arrived to help his Grandfather.

Now with the additional assistance from the firebombs wreaking havoc on the forest life and turning them into ash. As well as the five generals allowing his Grandfather to rest and regain his strength, Floyd's hope that they could win the war skyrocketed.

"Floyd, you are pressing on this soldier's wounds too hard." Suddenly hearing a tired voice coming from behind him, Floyd snapped out of his delusions and reduced the pressure on the chest wound.

"I apologize, Luka. I'm still getting used to this war and helping soldiers get better." Floyd sincerely apologized as he looked at the soldier next to him.

A young man around the same age as Floyd stood beside him, with the same tiredness and experience as that he had seen with many other soldiers. With his naturally blonde hair that had been shaved down to a buzz cut, his light green eyes, and his calming smile Floyd initially thought that he had been in the army much longer than he was.

Being only in his early twenties, Luka had been in the army for only two years as a medical soldier. Yet even with only two years under his belt, this war had forced Luka to act as guidance for numerous soldiers that had joined a year or two after him.

Not only did he have to deal with performing surgery and medical operations on soldiers on the battlefield, but he also couldn't rest for a second. He needed to teach weak soldiers like Floyd how to perform medical check-ups and life-saving techniques to keep soldiers from dying before they got to professional hands.

The only person that gave him some time to rest was when he was teaching Floyd since he was a quick learner, and his experience in higher education as an inspiring official gave him additional knowledge on the body, which was crucial in learning how to effectively save someone's life.

"Don't worry about it, Floyd. The soldier is unconscious anyway, so he won't remember a thing."

"Still, from your rapid progress in learning all the steps to save someone's life while under pressure, I think that you have a lot of talent to become a medical soldier. What do you think? I can even continue being your mentor if you want."