The Human Giant



With a wicked smile, Jilque sighed in his heart as he felt a terrible headache when facing Yoze and Suzanne. While it looked like he was having an easy time fighting these two Blood Masters, he wanted to tear his hair out.

"What a freak! Whenever I use more power, he does the same." Jilque stared at Yoze with hatred but didn't change his face.

As he learned from his teacher, when you can't control your emotions, then your enemies take control of you. Only when he takes total control of his emotions will he be able to kill even the fiercest demons!

The countless scars on his teacher's body didn't come from his battles with demons but from his endless attempts to take control of his pain and emotions. Each one of those scars allowed his teacher to surpass countless others and reach the peak of all mortals. If he wanted to break through to become a Martial Grandmaster and stand above countless other beings, then he needed to be unbeatable!

To be unbeatable required his heart, body, and soul to be the hardest material in the world. A material that can't be fazed by anything and knows no fear! A crazy person who has no concept of death and fear makes others feel fear in their steed. Fear that creates mistakes and mistakes that bring nothing but death!

"A tough egg to crack tastes more divine when broken! A scholar who is trying to become a martial artist, it's impressive really to have this far, but..." Jilque licked his lips as he stared at Yoze with an almost crazy level of desire.

"I wonder if that knowledge crammed into your tiny head will be transferred to me if I devour your very essence. What a treat that would be!?"

As Jilque spouted his most insane and vile thoughts without a care in the world, it didn't stop his mind from churning through hundreds of plans and strategies.

"I'll get rid of Suzanne if you give me both versions of your secret regeneration body cultivation method," Yoze said casually to interrupt Jilque's increasingly insane speech. He couldn't allow Jilqie to continue his rant as he noticed that Suzanne's mind was starting to get affected.

"So I guess that's a no. What a shame I really liked you too." Jilque widened his smile, nearly as creepy as his ghostly pale white face, as he chuckled at Yoze's proposal.

"I guess both of your heads will do nicely as cups and your body's fantastic rugs. Sorry, I got ahead of myself. Once I freeze your bodies, you will have excellent drinks!"

As soon as Jilque finished his sentence, his chest quickly filled up as he vastly healed his deadly wounds before pushing cold blood out of his pores. Before Yoze and Suzanne could reach him, Jilque's ice-cold blood armor had formed around his body in a form similar to medieval knight armor.

Countless blood plates formed on one another, forming a thick layer of protection harder than any metal. Not even the sharpest sword, strongest arrow, or heaviest hammer could leave a scratch on this armor.

More interesting was Jilque's blood helmet, three thin but long slits. Two slits took the location of where his eyes used to be, while the last remaining slit was horizontal and located at his mouth.

A thick white fog lingered around his body as the new fog was constantly formed before being consumed by his thickening blood mist.

As soon as Suzanne saw Jilque's transformation, her face fell as she staggered back from fear. She knew better than anyone else that it was over for them once they failed to kill or force Jilque to retreat before he used his blood armor.

The mere pressure she felt coming from the motionless Jilque was by far the most intense she had ever felt. It was like she was standing below a mountain made of the world's oldest and coldest ice.

Only pure calm and death would be left once he made a move.

"Interesting. I don't feel the pressure of Jilque's other inner vigors anymore. Only the cold inner vigor in his blood seems to be activated. No, it's more like it's the only inner vigor present." Yoze's eyes glowed as he ignored the pressure that he felt coming from Jilque in favor of focusing on the attributes of it.

All inner vigor produces pressure, each giving a unique type of pressure. Hot inner vigors create pressure that makes people feel as if they are standing against fire, and the more inner vigor the martial artist has, the stronger and more intense this pressure becomes.

By the time a martial artist becomes a Blood Master, their pressure would have evolved to become a volcano, and standing in front of a Martial Grandmaster that used hot inner vigor would make one feel as if they were inside the sun.

For ordinary people, if a Martial Grandmaster stood before them and didn't control their pressure, they would die.

While Jilque was still far from having the pressure of a Martial Grandmaster, he was getting close. Still, like most martial artists who practice multiple body cultivation methods, the pressure he exuded was a mixture.

Due to having multiple different types of inner vigor when Yoze broke through to the Blood Master realm for the first time, even the pressure that he released unintentionally was a mixture of all his inner vigors. Only when he mentally decided to activate one of his inner vigors would the pressure he exudes be more pure.

Even now, the pressure he was unleashing was a mixture of his heavy inner vigor from Big Golem and the flexible inner vigor that came from Boneless Man. However, he didn't have much choice when using the flexible inner vigor since it was still in a state of always being activated.

Yet for Jilque's pressure to suddenly become so pure could only mean he had chosen not to use his other inner vigors. Something that would mean he couldn't fully use his insane healing capabilities.

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