The Human Giant

Suzanne's words instantly made their way up to Yoze's eyes as he followed her instructions. Since Suzanne and Gilan are still in the positions that they were previously in, it wasn't difficult for him to guess where Suzanne's eyes were and thinned the spot.

Even though this would decrease the defensive capabilities of this spot of blood armor, he was confident that he would be able to defend it in case of emergencies. Plus, he would always send Suzanne a message and tell her to use her blood to add additional protection.

In any case, Yoze wanted to use Suzanne as an extra pair of eyes for him to prevent him from being ambushed again...or at least look out for some oddities.

Noticing how fast Yoze took in her message and immediately took action, Suzanne's shock at Yoze deepened as the control of his blood was quite high. It was much better than hers and had reached the level on par with a Peak Blood Master.

If it was any other first-rate Blood Master who saw the level of control Yoze had with his blood and saw that it was superior to their own, as a second-rate Blood Master, they would have had their pride devastated. Luckily, her pride was long since destroyed, so seeing Yoze's crazy level of control didn't make her feel much shame; instead, she wanted to test out the limits of this strange way of communication. 𝓯𝙧𝒆𝒆𝔀𝒆𝓫𝒏𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝙘𝒐𝙢

Yoze, how fast can I send messages? Can I send them to Gilan? Also, can you teach me that strange technique of yours to communicate with others without moving your mouth?

-Suzanne

"First of all, the moment you begin writing, I can sense it, so once you decide to finish writing, I will read it. Second, you can send it to Gilan, but she is right next to you?"

"Thirdly, I can't teach you this technique unless you decide to become my student and join my sect. Since you are a Blood Master, I am willing to give you the special privilege of becoming a teacher of the School of Eternal Knowledge as well." Yoze explained through spiritual speech, but he couldn't help but have a bugging feeling that he had just introduced someone to the wonders of texting.

As for Suzanne always marking her name at the end of her message, he chalked it up to her habit of writing letters. Since he didn't plan on making people his blood armor a regular event, he didn't bother to explain to her that leaving her name wasn't necessary.

Teacher of your sect, I don't know... I'll consider it once we survive this.

-Suzanne

Reading Suzanne's message, Yoze agreed with her caution. Since they were in the middle of a fight, he should focus on taking down his opponent and finding out their motive. When fighting someone faster than him to the point that he couldn't react, he could only rely on Mindless Legs to act on his instincts and his iron body to defend.

But first, he needed to find a way to either slow down his enemy or find a way to increase his reaction speed. Luckily, he had a few techniques to help him in this situation. Taking control of his breathing, Yoze quickly entered the most optimal for his Quick Mind Slow World technique, causing the world around him to slow down.

In addition, he activated the full power of his Blood Mindless Legs, causing his leg muscles to swell as his mind became trapped in his brain, allowing him to use all his energy to speed up his information processing speed.

With the two techniques combined, Yoze's world slowed down by more than 50 percent, which allowed him to see who or what was attacking him. Just as Yoze took these measures, the sounds of chaotic bells reappeared, sending a cold chill through Suzanne's spine.

In the blink of an eye, the distant bells quickly closed the distance, becoming as loud as drums. The mere sound of the bells caused slight ripples to appear on Yoze's blood armor.

"He's here."

With his increased perception of the world, Yoze could finally see who his opponent was. The first thing he noticed was that his opponent was a human and, more importantly, a Martial Grandmaster.

He was a skinny old man who appeared to nearly be a corpse. His body barely had any muscles, his skin was covered in wrinkles, and his hair had long lost all its pigments and became just a boring gray color.

Ties to the ends of his long gray hairs were copper bells, making it clear where the sound bell sounds were produced. And even though he was advanced in age, his eyes were full of life as their blood-red color seemed like a blood ocean.

Around his neck was the dried-up corpse of what appeared to be a snake with hollow eyes, which paired well with his blood-colored robe, which was covered in black strips, giving him a demonic flair.

As the old man ran at him, Yoze frowned as even with the world around him slowed down by more than 50 percent, the old man was still traveling at a monstrous speed. Making it difficult to track him. This was especially so when his large robe wildly floated in the air to conceal the old man's body and hide his attacks.

Now that he could keep track of the Martial Grandmaster, Yoze was not planning to allow himself to remain in the same helpless situation. With his Blood Mindless Legs working at full capacity by the time the Martial Grandmaster came within two feet of him, which in reality was almost instantaneous, it took action.

Bending his knees slightly, Yoze's body jumped backward, widening the gap between the two of them, hoping to maintain this safe distance.

The old man's gray eyebrows furrowed, seeing that Yoze had reacted to his approach, but from his calm facial expression, he didn't seem too surprised. Of course, with the wrinkles on his face, it was difficult to make out any expression.

All the old man did was lift his arm and widen his hand into a gripping motion before clenching his fist and pulling. That very instance, Yoze felt the air around him solidify as an intense suction pulled him toward the old man.

Even though he managed to resist the suction and continued to try and increase the safe distance between them, the momentary slowdown shortened the distance. Even with the full power of Blood Mindless Legs, the space between them could no longer increase and even was threatened to shrink as the old man lifted his arm.