The Human Giant

"Is that Martial Grandmaster Whele?" Recognizing the strange old man, Suzanne felt a chill crawl through his spine before her whole body turned cold.

She couldn't believe their luck and felt God must have wanted her to die today. For one of the Martial Grandmasters from the Blood Sect to come to Jelly Town was insane.

Especially when this Martial Grandmaster was known as the Noisy Reaper of Death. The man who loved to slaughter ordinary people for fun had committed so many crimes and horrific acts that even other members of the Blood Sect were weary of this menace.

"Do you recognize him?" Sensing the tiny uncontrollable trembles from Suzanne's body, Yoze quickly sent her spiritual speech message.

Recognize him? Of course, I recognize him! This is Martial Grandmaster known as Whele Sunazan from the Blood Sect! He has a record of killing more than six thousand people in his lifetime, which is probably a drastic underestimate.

-Suzanne

Oh, we are going to die! We are going to be part of that large number very soon!

-Suzanne

Even though Suzanne was only writing messages, Yoze could sense the deep fear in her heart. The Blood Sect wasn't known as one of the sects no one wanted to mess with. Each of their members was worse than the last and paired with the lack of care for human lives, they were a tumor in society.

However, even though Yoze knew that Suzanne was terrified, he needed her to continue to provide him with more information on what this Martial Grandmaster Whele could do.

If he kept on being caught off guard, there would eventually come a time when his defenses would fail, and their ending would not be good. So he could only urge Suzanne to continue spilling out information while he stopped Martial Grandmaster Whele from capturing them.

Yoze's eyes narrowed as his Mindless Legs swiftly kicked at the old man's chest. A heavy whoosh should follow his swollen leg as the intense weight and flexibility remained, making his leg act like a whip.

His chest would cave in if such an attack hit the old man, even as a Martial Grandmaster. Yet even given the danger, the old man only threw the attack a casual glance before slightly changing the angle of his arm to intercept it.

"As expected of a Martial Grandmaster, his experience in martial arts techniques is much higher than mine."

Seeing the casual change in the old man's attack, Yoze's pupils shrunk as he could tell he had fallen into a trap. If his Blood Mindless Legs continued to try and use this kick to increase the distance between them, the only thing that would happen is his leg would be grabbed and used as leverage to launch a flurry of attacks.

Luckily, his Blood Mindless Legs sensed the danger and stopped its attack halfway and instead used its powerful leg muscles to stomp the ground. The stomp was so forceful that the ground cracked underneath it, and the force launched him tens of feet into the air.

Just as his body flew ten feet into the air, Martial Grandmaster Whele's hand clenched as the air where Yoze previously stood hardened, showing that he had managed to escape. Yet Yoze wasn't relieved at all as Suzanne sent him another message.

Martial Grandmaster Whele is known for his cunningness to lure enemies into complex traps that don't alert their sharpened instincts. Whenever someone thinks they have escaped, he crushes their hopes using his absurd body cultivation method called Ancient Wind.

-Suzanne

Even though this body cultivation method's main effect is to make its users faster, once at the Martial Grandmaster stage, he can control the wind in a range of more than half a mile! Return to the ground as soon as possible, as being in the air is simply suicide!

-Suzanne

Just as Suzanne's message reached Yoze, he noticed a thin smirk on Martial Grandmaster Whele's face as he pinched his fingers together while pointing them at him. Almost instantly, Yoze felt the air around him become thicker by more than ten times!

Not only was his ascent into the air cut short, but even his descent toward the ground slowed down due to the increased air drag. Meaning that for the next few seconds, he had to endure a barrage of attacks from a Martial Grandmaster.

As an experienced martial artist, Martial Grandmaster Whele wouldn't let this opportunity he had created go to waste, so he instantly took action. With a light jump, his old body sliced through the air like butter and easily reached Yoze without any trouble.

Blood Mindless Legs tried to repeat the strategy of using an attack to get a safer position, but Martial Grandmaster Whele's careful traps forcefully shut it down. Helpless to do anything that wouldn't increase the danger it placed Yoze in, Blood Mindless Legs simply scrunched up Yoze's body to form a strengthened defense.

"Should I use my spiritual energy?" Yoze thought to himself as he contemplated whether he should use his superior quantity of spiritual energy to easily devour Martial Grandmaster Whele's spiritual energy.

"No, using my spiritual energy to quickly end the fight is unrealistic. Since Martial Grandmaster Whele could launch spiritual energy attacks, he must have a method to protect his own spiritual energy."

"This method might not even be inferior to what immortals and witches are capable of, so it's better to wait until there is a better opportunity. Who knows, I might be able to see his technique and get a chance to improve my control of spiritual energy." Yoze's mind races at unbelievable speeds as he quickly processes the information from the environment.

With what he had seen so far, he raised Martial Grandmaster Whele's threat level to the same level as a demon. Possibly being higher than the Slug Demon's threat level, as he had no idea how much control this old man had over his spiritual energy and whether it had the potential to suppress his own spiritual energy demons.