I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 339 Primordial Spirit Seal Of Zentrum Fyeor

A cold glint flashed across Galad's eyes, and he lifted his arm to deal a strike at Jonathan.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped up, swirling around both of them like a cyclone.

An invisible, powerful blow slammed into Jonathan's chest before he could even react, knocking the air out of him.

Galad's mana was manipulating the magnetic field and gathering electric charges and molecules through an invisible force. The blast's impact was astounding because he had imbued his mana with unparalleled vitality.

Jonathan was no match against Galad with his cultivation.

Hence, he was sent flying at least three meters away before crashing into the wall and landing with a heavy thud on the ground.

He felt as if his internal organs had been smashed. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he could barely hold himself together.

Vananeru was stunned, whereas Great Sun Lama watched the scene with indifference.

Vananeru had mixed emotions about Jonathan. She had initially hated Jonathan's guts and thought of him as a despicable individual.

However, Jonathan wasn't even scared of death since he refused to leave.

Does that make him a despicable or noble person?

Although Vananeru didn't know the answer to this question, she didn't say anything.

Nevertheless, Galad's fury had yet to alleviate.

He extended his hand, and some invisible force tightened on Jonathan's throat, pulling him up from the ground and pinning him on the wall.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Jonathan was suffocating, as his chest felt tight and constricted.

There was no one in front of him, but it felt as though someone had grabbed his throat and lifted him. His legs kicked erratically in the air, but he could not get a foothold.

To Jonathan, Galad's tactics were godly.

Galad held Jonathan up in the air with one hand while he slapped the latter repeatedly with the other hand.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

In a blink of an eye, Galad had given Jonathan six slaps before throwing the latter to the ground.

At this moment, Jonathan's cheeks were covered in blood and swollen, and he spat out six teeth.

He was seeing stars in his vision and could no longer think straight.

Vananeru looked at them calmly and still didn't speak up.

Galad turned to Great Sun Lama, and his anger dissipated a little.

He was used to being respected and superior to others, so he couldn't forgive Jonathan for threatening and humiliating him.

Galad asked Great Sun Lama, “You said you had something urgent to discuss with me. What is it?”

Great Sun Lama responded, “It's settled now.” He paused momentarily before continuing, “I received news that a Chanaean man had sneaked in to save the cacodemon. It seems that the person is Jonathan.”

Galad replied, “Since he wants to suffer with the cacodemon, throw him into the alchemy room.”

Great Sun Lama nodded. “Yes, Galad!”

Then, he picked up an unconscious Jonathan and left the meditation room.

Galad turned to Vananeru and uttered, “You must be exhausted. You should go and rest soon.”

Vananeru replied, “Dad, how are you going to deal with Jonathan?”

Galad stared at her intently. “How do you want me to handle this?”

Vananeru immediately stated, “I don't know.” I really don't have the answer to that.

“Then, don't ask about it. Forget this man,” Galad said.

“Is he a good or bad person? Is he a gentleman or a jerk?” Vananeru queried.

She was in a dilemma.

Her thought did not go unnoticed by Galad as he answered, “These words you mention are entirely different things. However, it's nearly impossible to just put a single label on a person. A person can be both good and bad or be a gentleman and a jerk. People are multifaceted and highly variable.”

Vananeru responded, “I don't understand.”

Galad elaborated, “Initially, a cacodemon is innocent since it has not done anything wrong when it is born. However, we judge and deduce that it will cause great harm to our citizens in the future, and thus we must eliminate it. However, to the cacodemon, we are the bad people and the jerks. On the contrary, we are the heroes of the citizens. This is an example of multifacetedness and variability.”

He took a breather before continuing, “As for Jonathan, he duped you and took advantage of your feelings. He's naturally a jerk for doing so. But for the cacodemon, Jonathan risked his life to save it, ignoring his own safety. In other words, he's not a bad person. I'm also not a bad person. Nonetheless, we are in opposing positions because of our different stands.”

“Father, you aren't going to kill him, then?” Vananeru inquired.

“Perhaps,” Galad opined.

The answer he gave was ambiguous, so Vananeru could infer immediately that her father had no intentions of killing Jonathan.

Then, that's it. I'll treat whatever happened today as a dream. I'll put a full stop to this page.

“Vananeru, you should go and rest,” Galad suggested.

Vananeru nodded, but an unwelcomed guest suddenly charged in before she could leave. It was Mabel.

Mabel had kicked open the door of the meditation room.

With an anxious expression, she demanded in a stern voice, “Where's Jonathan?”

Galad's eyes flashed with coldness. He replied icily, “How dare you barge in here without permission! Get lost now!” With that, he struck a blow at her through the air.

He was annoyed by Mabel and Jonathan for challenging his authority.

This blow was known as the void primordial spirit seal, and Jonathan was hit by the same strike just now.

However, Mabel was a Level Eight Divine Master and could notice the change in the air and surge in mana.

She was thus able to avoid Galad's strike in time by tilting her body to the side.

The strike immediately disappeared in the air.

Mabel bellowed, “Galad Methendriel! How dare you? Do you think there are no more Chanaeans left? I'm here as the chief of the sixth division of the Department of National Security. If you continue to attack me, I'll take it that you're attempting to assassinate a high-level Chanaean official. I don't think you will be willing to bear the consequences.”

Her tone was sharp, and she emanated an imposing aura.

A cold glint flashed through her eyes.

Mabel was lashing out because of her fury.

Although Galad was stronger than her, she had the support of a powerful country, which the former must be wary of.

At this moment, Galad ceased his attacks.

Vananeru was slightly shocked as she didn't know Mabel could be this aggressive.

“Let me ask you again. Where's Jonathan?” Mabel continued to question Galad incessantly.

Galad said calmly, “I have killed him.”

Mabel's body started trembling violently, and it took her a few seconds to regain her senses. Galad couldn't have killed Jonathan. He's an arrogant fellow and must have been agitated by my aggressive stance, so he's being spiteful right now.