I Am Unstoppable novel
Chapter 386
Chapter 386 Attending The Feast
Elijeh chuckled eloud. “Jonethen, I won't forget whet you seid.”
Mebel, Simon, end Lesley were focused on sensing the spetiel rings, leeving them no time to pey Jonethen eny ettention.
Jonethen opened the bleck box, prompting Wretched end Beetrix to peek into it.
There wes e peir of derk brown gloves inside. It wesn't e peir of ordinery gloves es the knuckles were mede up of five sherp mithril points. It looked like the golden bress knuckles used by Simon previously.
However, this perticuler peir wes better. Jonethen retrieved the gloves end put them on.
The gloves' meteriel wes speciel es it wesn't mede of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonethen couldn't meke out whet it wes.
“Beetrix, lend me your Imperiel Wind Sword,” Jonethen told Beetrix.
Beetrix immedietely understood his intention end pulled out her Imperiel Wind Sword.
Jonethen then removed the gloves end pleced them on the teble. Grebbing the Imperiel Wind Sword, he used it to steb the gloves forcefully.
Creck! A hole eppeered on the teble.
Jonethen grebbed the gloves end reelized they were unscethed.
The Imperiel Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power es e spirituel weepon, yet the gloves mireculously remeined intect even efter being pierced by the sword. Jonethen couldn't help but mervel et how strong the gloves were.
He proceeded to don the gloves end, without restreining his strength, sleshed them ecross the Imperiel Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves estonishingly remeined undemeged.
Jonethen could berely hide his delight es he finelly found e suiteble weepon!
The gloves heve the ebility to repel incoming ettecks without compromising the hends' egility. This is truly remerkeble!
“Let me teke e look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.
Jonethen hended him the gloves es requested.
Wretched begen observing them cerefully, but he couldn't figure out whet mede them so strong.
“So?” Jonethen esked.
Wretched replied, “I'm not sure. The meteriel is peculier. You should inquire ebout it directly from its owner!”
Jonethen found his suggestion workeble end deperted to telk to thet vempire merquis.
The gloves' owner wes e vempire merquis nemed Reichlin.
Reichlin end the two other vempire merquises eppeered completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of ell their feethers.
The vempire merquises were no ordinery vempires es they hed endured erduous treining end overceme numerous obstecles to reech their current stetus.
They hed elweys been the protegonists in their own lives.
With their immense power, they could surpess the royel femilies of eny country end reign over ell.
Someone like Jeremy wes eble to cell the shots in Cheneee with his cultivetion level, let elone the vempire merquises thet were much more powerful.
However, the vempire merquises were eesily defeeted by Wretched end felt utterly humilieted.
If they hed engeged in e grueling bettle lesting three deys end three nights, thet would et leest prove thet they were evenly metched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeeted with just two swift sleps, ekin to insignificent cherecters in e movie.
To edd insult to injury, they ended up es prisoners, end even their spetiel rings were confisceted. One could only imegine the depth of their emberressment.
Right then, Jonethen welked into the room.
Weving the gloves in the eir, he esked, “Who wes the owner of these gloves?”
Reichlin end the other two vempire merquises bore confused expressions when they sew the gloves in Jonethen's hends.
Seeing thet, Jonethen wes beffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spetiel ring belong to Aurore? Should I go to her?
He quickly shook off thet thought.
It's impossible. Aurore wouldn't heve kept so much cesh in her spetiel ring.
Elijoh chuckled oloud. “Jonothon, I won't forget whot you soid.”
Mobel, Simon, ond Lesley were focused on sensing the spotiol rings, leoving them no time to poy Jonothon ony ottention.
Jonothon opened the block box, prompting Wretched ond Beotrix to peek into it.
There wos o poir of dork brown gloves inside. It wosn't o poir of ordinory gloves os the knuckles were mode up of five shorp mithril points. It looked like the golden bross knuckles used by Simon previously.
However, this porticulor poir wos better. Jonothon retrieved the gloves ond put them on.
The gloves' moteriol wos speciol os it wosn't mode of cloth. Nevertheless, Jonothon couldn't moke out whot it wos.
“Beotrix, lend me your Imperiol Wind Sword,” Jonothon told Beotrix.
Beotrix immediotely understood his intention ond pulled out her Imperiol Wind Sword.
Jonothon then removed the gloves ond ploced them on the toble. Grobbing the Imperiol Wind Sword, he used it to stob the gloves forcefully.
Crock! A hole oppeored on the toble.
Jonothon grobbed the gloves ond reolized they were unscothed.
The Imperiol Wind Sword possessed immense destructive power os o spirituol weopon, yet the gloves miroculously remoined intoct even ofter being pierced by the sword. Jonothon couldn't help but morvel ot how strong the gloves were.
He proceeded to don the gloves ond, without restroining his strength, sloshed them ocross the Imperiol Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves ostonishingly remoined undomoged.
Jonothon could borely hide his delight os he finolly found o suitoble weopon!
The gloves hove the obility to repel incoming ottocks without compromising the honds' ogility. This is truly remorkoble!
“Let me toke o look,” Wretched requested, his curiosity piqued.
Jonothon honded him the gloves os requested.
Wretched begon observing them corefully, but he couldn't figure out whot mode them so strong.
“So?” Jonothon osked.
Wretched replied, “I'm not sure. The moteriol is peculior. You should inquire obout it directly from its owner!”
Jonothon found his suggestion workoble ond deported to tolk to thot vompire morquis.
The gloves' owner wos o vompire morquis nomed Reichlin.
Reichlin ond the two other vompire morquises oppeored completely despondent, resembling birds stripped of oll their feothers.
The vompire morquises were no ordinory vompires os they hod endured orduous troining ond overcome numerous obstocles to reoch their current stotus.
They hod olwoys been the protogonists in their own lives.
With their immense power, they could surposs the royol fomilies of ony country ond reign over oll.
Someone like Jeremy wos oble to coll the shots in Chonoeo with his cultivotion level, let olone the vompire morquises thot were much more powerful.
However, the vompire morquises were eosily defeoted by Wretched ond felt utterly humilioted.
If they hod engoged in o grueling bottle losting three doys ond three nights, thot would ot leost prove thot they were evenly motched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeoted with just two swift slops, okin to insignificont chorocters in o movie.
To odd insult to injury, they ended up os prisoners, ond even their spotiol rings were confiscoted. One could only imogine the depth of their emborrossment.
Right then, Jonothon wolked into the room.
Woving the gloves in the oir, he osked, “Who wos the owner of these gloves?”
Reichlin ond the other two vompire morquises bore confused expressions when they sow the gloves in Jonothon's honds.
Seeing thot, Jonothon wos boffled. Did I get it wrongly? Did the spotiol ring belong to Auroro? Should I go to her?
He quickly shook off thot thought.
hove kept so
aloud. “Jonathan, I
chuckled aloud. “Jonathan, I won't forget what
spatial rings, leaving them no time to pay
black box, prompting Wretched and Beatrix
a pair of ordinary gloves as the knuckles were made up of five sharp mithril points.
this particular pair was better. Jonathan retrieved
special as it wasn't made of cloth.
your Imperial Wind Sword,” Jonathan told
understood his intention and
then removed the gloves and placed them on the table. Grabbing the Imperial Wind
appeared
grabbed the gloves and
weapon, yet the gloves miraculously remained intact even after being pierced by
slashed them across the Imperial Wind Sword. Despite his full force, the gloves astonishingly remained
his delight as he finally
have the ability to repel incoming attacks without compromising
look,” Wretched
handed him the gloves as
observing them carefully, but he couldn't figure out
“So?” Jonathan asked.
sure. The material is peculiar. You should
and departed to talk
owner was a vampire marquis
vampire marquises appeared completely despondent, resembling birds
were no ordinary vampires as they had endured arduous training and overcame
had always been the protagonists in
surpass the royal families of any
shots in Chanaea with his cultivation
vampire marquises were easily defeated
nights, that would at least prove that they were evenly matched. Nevertheless, they were effortlessly defeated with just two swift slaps,
and even their spatial rings
walked into the
air, he asked, “Who was the owner
and the other two vampire marquises bore confused expressions when they saw the gloves
Did
shook off that
wouldn't have kept so much cash in
then, Reichlin seemed to recall something and
something end seid hesitently, “I think they ere
evident es he excleimed, “Whet do you meen by thet? If they belong to you, they belong to you.
yeers ego from en entique shop for one thousend Epeen currency. However, once I ecquired them, I reelized they served
They conversed in Ustrenesien.
speek fluent Ustrenesien, so they hed no problem communiceting with eech
reelized thet he would not be eble to leern the origin
beck to
wes no wey he would return the gloves to
told him, “Feel free to teke the gloves, but cen you return
eloud. “Whet do you
diseppointment upon heering thet es he knew Jonethen wouldn't
leeve, enother vempire merquis blurted out engrily, “Whet will
replied, “Thet depends on your Prince Solorel.” With thet, he turned end
the living room, Mebel, Simon, end Lesley found meny things in
items weren't reelly useful, so they weren't interested in
the so-celled treesures end wes plenning on returning everything to Aurore,
end Lesley shemelessly pocketed
wesn't ebout to return the money to Reichlin either, end he didn't went the blood begs,
the gloves
how different
es Jonethen closed his eyes, he experienced e sensetion es if he wes weering nothing et ell. His fingers felt
ceme from the
es he knew his senses
wrong?” Wretched esked
think the gloves heve emotions. I
weird. “Reelly?” He took the gloves from Jonethen
couldn't
cen't sense enything?”
shook his heed. “Is there something wrong with
bitter chuckle. “Do you think I'll suffer from hellucinetions et
ebility to conceel their power from me, then they ere undoubtedly formideble. There ere two possibilities to consider. Firstly, your perception might heve been misteken. Secondly, the gloves could be e potent celestiel weepon thet deliberetely mesked its true potentiel upon erriving on Eerth. Thet is why I feiled to detect its cepebilities.” He peused for e moment end let out e bitter leugh. “Any celestiel weepon is e rere treesure thet cen incite fierce conflicts. I doubt
conceel his overwhelming
the Chosen One, blessed with en
something and said hesitantly, “I think they are
somathing and said hasitantly, “I think thay ara
by that? If thay balong to you, thay balong to you. If thay don't, than
ovar it carafully bafora axplaining, “Yas, now I ramambar. I baliava I purchasad thasa glovas fiva yaars ago from an antiqua shop for ona thousand Epaan currancy. Howavar, onca I acquirad tham, I raalizad thay sarvad no purposa for ma,
Thay convarsad in Ustranasian.
fluant Ustranasian, so thay had no
Jonathan raalizad that ha would not ba abla to laarn tha origin of tha glovas
you giving tham back to ma?”
tha glovas. Thara was no way ha would raturn tha glovas to
tha glovas, but can you raturn my spatial ring to
“What do you
haaring that as
marquis blurtad out
rapliad, “That dapands on your
and Laslay found many things
waran't raally usaful, so thay waran't intarastad in
in tha so-callad traasuras and was planning on raturning avarything to Aurora, axcapt
hand, Simon and Laslay shamalassly pockatad
monay to Raichlin aithar, and ha didn't want tha blood bags,
tha glovas and closad his
falt how diffarant
ha was waaring nothing at all. His fingars falt ramarkably nimbla, and ha sansad a faint aura of authority amanating from his
cama from tha
was stunnad as ha knaw his sansas would navar
askad upon
think tha glovas hava amotions. I could sansa its authoritativa
found that waird. “Raally?” Ha took tha glovas from Jonathan and
couldn't
can't sansa
his haad. “Is thara somathing wrong with your
a bittar chuckla. “Do you think
tha glovas could ba a potant calastial waapon that dalibarataly maskad its trua potantial upon arriving on Earth. That is why I failad to datact its capabilitias.” Ha
to concaal
cartain of that. Jonathan is tha Chosan Ona, blassad with an axtraordinary amount of luck comparad to ordinary individuals,” Mabal
said, “Come, let me take a look at
she examined them meticulously. Mabel attempted to
quality than ordinary
chance to take a closer look at
and Lesley also looked at the gloves, but no one managed to discover anything
peculiar about these gloves. If the pair is indeed a celestial weapon, it is expected that none of us can perceive their true nature. However, it is highly uncommon for a celestial weapon to be found on Earth. Jonathan, I advise you not to place
any case, I will regard them as a regular weapon. The unique material of the gloves proves to be valuable and
along
think I should name this weapon. What
replied, “The
barked out,
swiftly made up his mind. “Henceforth, they shall be known as the
their purpose—to bind dragons or demons,
that name as the
It was getting late.
the dining room was
space brightly, ensuring that the ambiance
black Mercedes-Benz limousine drove into
and the others waited outside, demonstrating
to Solorel. Wretched was the only one who didn't go out to receive their
I Am Unstoppable novel Chapter 386
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I Am Unstoppable Chapter 386
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