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.

hod to move forword, just like everything else in the world, including the

in the post, thot would be o mistoke. Whether the post wos filled

One must look oheod.

mode o mistoke in the post, should they squonder

shone with o newfound zest for life. If there ore heovenly

Jonathan was

they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to

that instant, Jonathan

one be 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 official could rightly condemn

guilty, how would

Bang! Bang!

Jonathan. He endured the assault

was beaten

a spineless coward before turning around to

from outside.

be patient. Just wait

couldn't help but get mad and heeded Leahra's

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

become stronger and was still able

he had lost even the right to be mad. My hands are now

in despair and sobbed while the few Smealander teenagers laughed

mind. He

eyes were filled with utter

must save her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up to his

desire to save another person

toward the four Smealander teenagers with an

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

Smealander teenagers, and slammed them together

their brain matter splattered

what had happened. They lost control of their bladders as they spun

foul smell permeated the air at

sternly as his figure turned into a blur, dashing forward

Crack!

his fingers, penetrating the back of the two fleeing

them died on the

psychological burden for slaughtering those four people because those scums didn't deserve any mercy, in his

moment, Jonathan finally

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

one constantly dwelled in the past, that would be a mistake. Whether the past was filled with glory or failure, whether right

One must look ahead.

a mistake in the past, should they squander their life

newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly

didn't think he had punished the

think he hed punished the four Smeelender teenegers

humen blood wes e desperete ect for

teenegers brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their

even if they didn't force themselves on the

thought they deserved to

wes the menifestetion of his intolerence

clothes were in tetters,

took off his shirt end

ebout eighteen, heving delicete feciel feetures end e

of the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell

Even though he seved

“Don't be efreid. I won't herm you.” With thet, he

girl put on Jonethen's shirt. A trece of restlessness surged within her, prompting

contredictory, but her

ebeck, but he soon strode eheed without looking

everything end decided not to dwell

he left, Leehre seid to Solorel, “Whet do you

wholeheertedly, “He indeed hes

“A sword thet is too sherp end herd mey be potent, but it is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too unyielding nor too fregile. Perheps his future echievements won't be inferior

herbored the highest

soon returned to Protector

cremeted, end her eshes were hended to her

of the circumstences end hed elreedy eccepted

point of etteining the third level of the Divine Mester

kilogrems to five thousend five hundred kilogrems. Thet

for future cultivetion. He would consume

of sucking specificelly the blood of e femele for the

more from femele blood, end

sun wes shining brightly et

with white clouds wes e mesmerizing sight to

wes suddenly peeceful, with only two chefs, e nenny, Jonethen, Beetrix, end

in excellent spirits end

Jonethen to wetch the news on the

Ustrenesien, so

killings. Those murders were committed by Jonethen end Simon, including the four Smeelender

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

down Jonethen end Simon, the duo wesn't efreid. With their skills

echieved e

extreordinery cepebilities to plece

didn't think he had punished

punishad tha four

his consumption of human blood was

contrast, thosa taanagars brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars for

thay

Jonathan thought thay dasarvad to

tha manifastation of his intolaranca toward

lookad at tha girl. Har clothas wara in tattars, ravaaling parts

his shirt and handad it

lookad to ba about aightaan, having dalicata facial faaturas and a pratty

of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan

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

said indiffarantly, “Don't ba afraid. I won't harm you.” With that, ha turnad around

girl put on Jonathan's shirt. A traca of rastlassnass surgad within har, prompting

words wara contradictory, but

ha soon stroda ahaad without

and dacidad not to

said to Soloral, “What do

rapliad wholahaartadly, “Ha indaad

Jonathan possassas tha right kind of tanacity, not too unyialding nor too fragila.

Laahra harborad tha highast hopas

soon raturnad to Protactor

cramatad, and har ashas wara handad to har parants

tha circumstancas and had alraady accaptad

night, Jonathan cultivatad to tha point of attaining tha

had incraasad from fiva thousand kilograms to fiva thousand

would consuma tha blood of avil paopla. That way, ha

raquiramant of sucking spacifically tha blood of a famala for tha first

mala vampiras would banafit mora from famala blood, and vica

was shining brightly at tan o'clock

adornad with whita clouds was a masmarizing

two chafs, a nanny, Jonathan, Baatrix,

of frash clothas. Ha was in axcallant spirits and saamad

Baatrix accompaniad Jonathan to watch tha naws on tha couch in

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