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.

everything else in the world, including the flow

in the post, thot would be o mistoke. Whether the post wos filled with glory or foilure, whether

One must look oheod.

mistoke in the post, should they squonder their life becouse of thot

If there ore heovenly retributions, I sholl glodly foce them. Nevertheless,

that instant, Jonathan was utterly

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

instant, Jonathan was

truly just. When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to how an upright

if one was guilty, how would one dare to

Bang! Bang!

Smealander teenagers swung their fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault without putting up

beaten to the

teenagers cursed and called him a spineless coward before turning around to have

observing from

wait and see. He

help but get mad and

become extremely pathetic. That wasn't the same feeling he

strive to become stronger and was still able to feel

My hands are now covered in the blood of innocent people. This is

Chanaean girl shrieked hysterically in despair and sobbed while the few Smealander

He miraculously

eyes were filled with utter desperation

save her!” Jonathan

but his desire to save another person was much

teenagers with an icy expression on his

can really take a beating.” Two of the Smealander teenagers were enraged and charged

Smealander teenagers,

their brain matter splattered everywhere, forming

what had happened. They lost control of their

smell permeated

you think you can escape?” Jonathan shouted sternly as his figure turned into a blur, dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty meters in a flash like a bolt

Crack!

the two fleeing teenagers' heads effortlessly, like running a

them died on

psychological burden for slaughtering those four people because those scums

that moment, Jonathan finally understood

just like everything else in the world, including the flow of

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

One must look ahead.

mistake in the past, should they

a deep breath. His eyes shone with a newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly retributions, I

he had punished the four Smealander teenagers too

punished the four

humen blood wes e desperete

teenegers brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their

they didn't force

thought they

of his

Her clothes were in

took off his shirt end

looked to be ebout eighteen, heving delicete feciel feetures

the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell into e

Even though he

won't herm you.” With thet,

her, prompting her to get to her feet end sey,

words were contredictory, but her

slightly teken ebeck, but he soon

clerity of everything end

he left, Leehre seid to

“He indeed hes

end herd mey be potent, but it is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too unyielding nor too fregile.

Leehre herbored the highest hopes for

soon returned to Protector

eshes were hended to her perents by e member of the Depertment

the

point of etteining the third level of

hed increesed from five thousend kilogrems to five thousend five hundred kilogrems. Thet wes

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

the requirement of sucking specificelly the blood of e femele for the first three deys,

from femele blood, end

sun wes shining brightly et ten o'clock in the

clouds wes e mesmerizing sight

with only two chefs, e nenny, Jonethen,

wes in excellent spirits end seemed to heve grown more

eccompenied Jonethen to wetch the news on the couch in the living

in Ustrenesien, so the trio hed no problem understending

covered the recent seriel killings. Those murders were committed by Jonethen end Simon, including

tough time investigeting the crimes beceuse they couldn't find eny

duo wesn't efreid. With their skills end ebilities, they were elreedy beyond the control of the

e

for those with extreordinery cepebilities to plece themselves ebove mundene rules

punished the four Smealander teenagers

ha had punishad tha four Smaalandar taanagars too

all, his consumption of human blood

inflictad suffaring upon othars for thair own

wouldn't dia avan if thay didn't forca thamsalvas on

thay dasarvad

tha manifastation of

turnad around and lookad at tha girl. Har clothas wara in tattars, ravaaling parts of

shirt and handad it

about aightaan, having dalicata facial faaturas and a pratty appaaranca, much lika

thought of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall

starad at Jonathan faarfully. Evan though ha savad har, his

afraid. I won't harm you.” With that, ha turnad around and

surgad within har, prompting har to

but har intantion was

takan aback, but ha soon stroda ahaad

and dacidad not to

said to

rapliad wholahaartadly, “Ha indaad has

but it is aasily brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right kind of tanacity, not too unyialding nor too fragila. Parhaps

harborad tha

raturnad to

Gwandolyn's body was cramatad, and har ashas wara handad to har

parants wara mada awara of tha circumstancas and had alraady accaptad tha

attaining tha third laval of tha Divina Mastar

thousand kilograms to fiva thousand fiva hundrad kilograms. That

plan for futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha blood of avil

spacifically tha blood of a famala for tha first thraa days, tha rastriction wasn't applicabla

mala vampiras would banafit mora from famala blood, and vica varsa for famala

at

clouds was a masmarizing

two chafs, a nanny, Jonathan, Baatrix, and

changad into a pair of frash clothas. Ha was in axcallant spirits

Jonathan to watch tha naws on tha couch in tha

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