The Human Giant

"You gotta be messing with me!" Yoze\'s anger erupted as he hated the fact that they were so close but ended up being stopped.

His father was dying and Yoze had run out of demon meat to extend his life. He had only encountered two demons and he missed the opportunity to try and kill one because that demon seemed that it was sincere in that it didn\'t want to cause harm.

When calculating his father\'s remaining lifespan, Yoze figured his father had a little less than six months to live. It was too short of a time to make it to New Swampscott city and look for 2 people that used to live there more than 13 years ago. 

It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Trying to find 2 people out of millions was asking for a long time to be wasted trying to find them. 

Not only that, they weren\'t just trying to find them but also to allow his father to bond with them again.

Six months was too short.

Yoze had initially planned to quickly get to New Swampscott city to settle down and use his remaining money to hire an investigator to track his father\'s children while he trained to break his limits. The stronger Yoze was, the more confident he would feel fighting an adult demon and getting that demon meat to his father to live longer.

This plan already had a low chance of success with the short time he had and every day lost lowered the chances further.

"Though I don\'t hate this gang I need to deal with them." With his heart rate accelerating, Yoze\'s eyes glinted with orange and green light as he started to emit a demonic pressure that was hard to pin down.

"Hey, we aren\'t trying to cause you trouble, big guy." 

The three tattooed troublemakers all turned paler when they experienced powerful pressure from the Army Commander. They didn\'t feel that they were facing a human at all but a demon with a human disguise.

Their instincts screamed for them to run but they couldn\'t even take a step from how heavy the aura that Yoze emitted was. It was as if an elephant was sitting on top of them, making movement impossible.

"I\'m sorry about that,"

Hearing the distressed voices, Yoze calmed down and apologized to them for accidentally harming them in his anger. 

"I need to remain calm so that I can make the best decision." Taking a deep breath to cool his nerves, Yoze thought about the options he had.

"We can\'t take a longer route." Yoze shook his head as he crossed that idea out.

"It\'s going to add an extra week and there is no guarantee that we won\'t be intercepted before we make it to New Swampscott city."

"Waiting for the military is also a no-go, it\'s going to take too long and how long it takes for the gang to be completely eradicated is unknown."

"We can try to sneak around them... That is putting too much danger on dad." 

"Regardless of if this is the best choice or if I can\'t think straight from anger, I\'m going to destroy that gang by myself." Yoze licked his teeth as a glint went through his eyes. 

"What is the point of me training so hard if I never use it?" 

It had to be said that Yoze seldomly fought and the number of battles he had been in could be counted on two hands. Some of his opponents were incredibly strong such as the mutated zombies of Emerald town. The battle with the Mother Zombie could have been said to be the closest Yoze had been to death.

It wasn\'t like he was purposely avoiding fights but Yoze enjoyed the feeling of improving through training and collecting talents more than fighting.

However, it wasn\'t like he would avoid fights that harmed his family members. Even when he hadn\'t become a martial artist he had fought thugs because they harmed his father.

This was another situation that Yoze would directly create a fight because of his father and he was willing to do it a hundred times over.

After making up his mind, Yoze left the gate checkpoint and ran to the other side of New Swamp town, and dashed down the main road.

A few hours passed by as the sun above New Swamp town began to set. Traveling towards the town was a shirtless man holding a book in his hand. The man\'s casual walk caused cracks to form on the road and blood to drip from his blood-soaked clothes tied to his waist.

That man walking towards New Swamp was Yoze who was feeling incredibly pleased with his current battle prowess. Not only did he deal with the issue but he even got himself a blood-master martial art set.

Thinking about what happened just a few hours ago, Yoze remembers some key details that he missed when he first found there were more than a hundred thugs that had set up camp on the main road.

Each one of them was dressed in simple and nondescript clothes that matched the description of a gang to a tea. While the thugs were dressed simply they all had robust powerful bodies and emitted some pressure caused by the creation of inner vigor.

Behind them, there were even several of their members who created pressures so strong that Yoze was sure that they had reached the peak of first-rate martial artists. However, these men weren\'t even the strongest as hidden within the hundred thugs were several Blood Masters.

"Those men weren\'t thugs at all," Yoze concluded after he started to think things more clearly.

He also found it odd that an ordinary gang could have a complete Blood Master Martial Arts Set. It was already difficult for ordinary gangs to acquire martial arts books and even more difficult to train their members to the extent that they all had developed Inner Vigor.

To think that this new gang had a few blood masters in their midst, was almost on the level of a fairy tale. For this to be possible they could only have been supported by a large organization.

"Which organizations would want to cause trouble for New Swampscott City?"