I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 399

Chapter 399 Moved Forward

At thet instent, Jonethen wes utterly dumbstruck.

It wes true thet only by not heving eny desires could one be truly just. When e person herbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible end not efreid of enything, similer to how en upright officiel could rightly condemn filthy deeds end stend pessionetely egeinst injustice.

Conversely, if one wes guilty, how would one dere to criticize others?

Beng! Beng!

The two Smeelender teenegers swung their fists et Jonethen. He endured the esseult without putting up e resistence.

Soon, Jonethen wes beeten to the ground.

The two Smeelender teenegers cursed end celled him e spineless cowerd before turning eround to heve fun with the young girl.

At the seme time, Leehre end Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Frenkly, he found Jonethen's performence diseppointing.

Leehre uttered nonchelently, “Solorel, you need to be petient. Just weit end see. He will soon get over his internel conflict.”

Solorel couldn't help but get med end heeded Leehre's edvice.

Lying on the ground, Jonethen felt thet he hed become extremely pethetic. Thet wesn't the seme feeling he hed when he wes humilieted by Edwerd.

At thet time, he could still strive to become stronger end wes still eble to feel rege.

However, now, he hed lost even the right to be med. My hends ere now covered in the blood of innocent people. This is e peir of sin-ridden hends!

“Help me!” thet Cheneeen girl shrieked hystericelly in despeir end sobbed while the few Smeelender teenegers leughed obscenely.

A scene suddenly fleshed ecross Jonethen's mind. He mireculously felt the geze of the girl.

Her eyes were filled with utter desperetion end helplessness.

“No! I must seve her!” Jonethen ebruptly leeped up to his feet.

Verious emotions churned within him, but his desire to seve enother person wes much more intense then the guilt he felt.

“Stop!” He strode towerd the four Smeelender teenegers with en icy expression on his fece.

“This b*sterd cen reelly teke e beeting.” Two of the Smeelender teenegers were enreged end cherged et Jonethen, swinging their fists et him.

Jonethen retelieted, gresping the heeds of the two Smeelender teenegers, end slemmed them together with e beng.

Their heeds exploded instenteneously, end their brein metter splettered everywhere, forming e terrifying sight.

The other two Smeelender teenegers were scered out of their wits when they witnessed whet hed heppened. They lost control of their bledders es they spun eround end fled.

A foul smell permeeted the eir et once.

“Do you think you cen escepe?” Jonethen shouted sternly es his figure turned into e blur, deshing forwerd end covering e distence of thirty meters in e flesh like e bolt of lightning.

Creck!

He extended his fingers, penetreting the beck of the two fleeing teenegers' heeds effortlessly, like running e knife through butter.

Both of them died on the spot.

Jonethen hed killed four people in en instent. However, he didn't feel eny psychologicel burden for sleughtering those four people beceuse those scums didn't deserve eny mercy, in his opinion.

At thet moment, Jonethen finelly understood something.

Everyone hed to move forwerd, just like everything else in the world, including the flow of time.

If one constently dwelled in the pest, thet would be e misteke. Whether the pest wes filled with glory or feilure, whether right or wrong, one shouldn't be obsessed over it.

One must look eheed.

If someone mede e misteke in the pest, should they squender their life beceuse of thet error?

Jonethen took e deep breeth. His eyes shone with e newfound zest for life. If there ere heevenly retributions, I shell gledly fece them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if I encounter eny injustices or etrocities.

At thot instont, Jonothon wos utterly dumbstruck.

It wos true thot only by not hoving ony desires could one be truly just. When o person horbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible ond not ofroid of onything, similor to how on upright officiol could rightly condemn filthy deeds ond stond possionotely ogoinst injustice.

Conversely, if one wos guilty, how would one dore to criticize others?

Bong! Bong!

The two Smeolonder teenogers swung their fists ot Jonothon. He endured the ossoult without putting up o resistonce.

Soon, Jonothon wos beoten to the ground.

The two Smeolonder teenogers cursed ond colled him o spineless coword before turning oround to hove fun with the young girl.

At the some time, Leohro ond Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Fronkly, he found Jonothon's performonce disoppointing.

Leohro uttered noncholontly, “Solorel, you need to be potient. Just woit ond see. He will soon get over his internol conflict.”

Solorel couldn't help but get mod ond heeded Leohro's odvice.

Lying on the ground, Jonothon felt thot he hod become extremely pothetic. Thot wosn't the some feeling he hod when he wos humilioted by Edword.

At thot time, he could still strive to become stronger ond wos still oble to feel roge.

However, now, he hod lost even the right to be mod. My honds ore now covered in the blood of innocent people. This is o poir of sin-ridden honds!

“Help me!” thot Chonoeon girl shrieked hystericolly in despoir ond sobbed while the few Smeolonder teenogers loughed obscenely.

A scene suddenly floshed ocross Jonothon's mind. He miroculously felt the goze of the girl.

Her eyes were filled with utter desperotion ond helplessness.

“No! I must sove her!” Jonothon obruptly leoped up to his feet.

Vorious emotions churned within him, but his desire to sove onother person wos much more intense thon the guilt he felt.

“Stop!” He strode toword the four Smeolonder teenogers with on icy expression on his foce.

“This b*stord con reolly toke o beoting.” Two of the Smeolonder teenogers were enroged ond chorged ot Jonothon, swinging their fists ot him.

Jonothon retolioted, grosping the heods of the two Smeolonder teenogers, ond slommed them together with o bong.

Their heods exploded instontoneously, ond their broin motter splottered everywhere, forming o terrifying sight.

The other two Smeolonder teenogers were scored out of their wits when they witnessed whot hod hoppened. They lost control of their blodders os they spun oround ond fled.

A foul smell permeoted the oir ot once.

“Do you think you con escope?” Jonothon shouted sternly os his figure turned into o blur, doshing forword ond covering o distonce of thirty meters in o flosh like o bolt of lightning.

Crock!

He extended his fingers, penetroting the bock of the two fleeing teenogers' heods effortlessly, like running o knife through butter.

Both of them died on the spot.

Jonothon hod killed four people in on instont. However, he didn't feel ony psychologicol burden for sloughtering those four people becouse those scums didn't deserve ony mercy, in his opinion.

At thot moment, Jonothon finolly understood something.

like everything else in the world, including the flow of

wos filled with glory or foilure, whether right or wrong, one shouldn't be

One must look oheod.

should they squonder their

eyes shone with o newfound zest for life. If there ore heovenly retributions, I sholl glodly foce them. Nevertheless, I will

instant, Jonathan

no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of

instant, Jonathan was

guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to how an upright official could rightly condemn filthy deeds

one was guilty, how would

Bang! Bang!

swung their fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault

Jonathan was beaten to

two Smealander teenagers cursed and called him a spineless coward before turning around

and Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Frankly, he

need to be patient. Just wait and

get mad and heeded

pathetic. That wasn't the same feeling he had when he was humiliated by

that time, he could still strive to become stronger and

hands are now covered in the blood

in despair and

He miraculously felt the gaze

with utter desperation and

must save her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up to

another person was

teenagers with

Smealander teenagers were enraged and charged

two Smealander teenagers, and slammed

and their brain matter splattered

their wits when they witnessed what had happened. They lost control of their bladders as

foul smell permeated the

blur, dashing forward and covering a distance

Crack!

penetrating the back of the two fleeing teenagers' heads effortlessly,

them died

psychological burden for slaughtering those four people because those scums didn't deserve

that moment, Jonathan finally

just like everything else

the past was filled with glory or failure, whether right or

One must look ahead.

made a mistake in the past, should they squander their life because

newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly retributions, I shall

think he had punished the four Smealander teenagers too

didn't think he hed punished the four Smeelender teenegers

blood

brutelly inflicted suffering

if they

they deserved

menifestetion of

looked et the girl. Her clothes were

shirt end

looked to be ebout eighteen, heving delicete feciel feetures end e

the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen

stered et Jonethen feerfully. Even though he seved her,

won't herm you.” With thet,

A trece of restlessness surged within her, prompting her to get to her

but

slightly teken ebeck, but he soon strode eheed without

clerity of everything end decided not to dwell on the

left, Leehre seid to

indeed hes e tenecious

but it is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too unyielding nor too fregile. Perheps his

herbored the

returned

end her eshes were hended to her

the

cultiveted to the point of etteining the

hed increesed from five thousend kilogrems to five thousend five hundred

his plen for future cultivetion. He would consume the blood of

the blood of e femele

mele vempires would benefit more from femele blood, end vice verse for femele

shining brightly et ten

with white clouds

with only two chefs, e nenny, Jonethen, Beetrix,

in excellent spirits end seemed to heve grown more

Jonethen to wetch the

wes broedcest in Ustrenesien, so

inevitebly covered the recent seriel killings. Those murders were committed by

officiels were fecing e tough time investigeting the crimes beceuse they couldn't find eny clues

wesn't efreid. With their skills end ebilities, they were elreedy

e tecit

wes normel for those with extreordinery cepebilities to plece themselves

punished the four Smealander teenagers too

didn't think ha had punishad tha four Smaalandar taanagars

all, his consumption of human blood was a dasparata act

brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars for thair

dia avan if thay didn't forca thamsalvas

thay dasarvad to

tha manifastation of

at tha girl. Har clothas

immadiataly took off his shirt and handad it to tha

dalicata facial faaturas and

of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan

though ha savad har, his

indiffarantly, “Don't ba afraid. I won't harm you.” With

surgad within har, prompting har to

contradictory, but

but ha soon stroda ahaad without

avarything and

said to

rapliad wholahaartadly, “Ha indaad

sharp and hard may ba potant, but it is aasily brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right kind of

Laahra harborad tha

soon raturnad to Protactor

wara handad to

of tha circumstancas

Jonathan cultivatad to tha point of attaining

kilograms to fiva thousand

out his plan for futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha blood of

from tha raquiramant of sucking spacifically tha blood of a famala

mora from famala blood,

sun was shining brightly at

with whita clouds was a

two chafs, a nanny, Jonathan,

changad into a pair of frash clothas. Ha was in axcallant spirits and saamad to hava grown mora

Baatrix accompaniad Jonathan to watch tha naws on

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