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

wos filled with glory or foilure,

One must look oheod.

o mistoke in the post, should they squonder

breoth. His eyes shone with o newfound zest for life. If there ore heovenly retributions, I sholl glodly foce them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if I encounter ony injustices

Jonathan

desires could one be truly just. When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar

that instant, Jonathan was utterly

be truly just. When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid

if one was guilty, how would

Bang! Bang!

Smealander teenagers swung their fists at Jonathan.

Jonathan was beaten

him a spineless coward before

Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed

uttered nonchalantly, “Solorel, you need to be patient. Just wait and see. He will soon get

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

on the ground, Jonathan felt that he had become extremely pathetic. That wasn't the same feeling he had when he was

could still strive to become stronger and was still able to feel

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

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

scene suddenly flashed across Jonathan's mind. He miraculously felt the

filled with utter desperation

her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up to his

his desire to save another person was

teenagers with

really take a beating.” Two of the Smealander teenagers were enraged and charged at Jonathan,

retaliated, grasping the heads of the two Smealander teenagers, and slammed them together with a

instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered

what had happened. They lost control

foul smell permeated the

as his figure turned into a blur, dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty meters in a flash like a

Crack!

extended his fingers, penetrating the back of the two fleeing teenagers' heads

died

killed four people in an instant. However, he didn't feel any psychological burden for slaughtering those four people because those scums didn't deserve any mercy, in

moment, Jonathan finally

had to move forward, just like everything else in

the past was filled

One must look ahead.

mistake in the past, should they squander their life

newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly retributions, I shall gladly face them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if I encounter any

had punished the four Smealander teenagers too

punished the four

blood wes e desperete

inflicted suffering upon others for their

they didn't

they

menifestetion of

eround end looked et the girl. Her clothes were in

took off his shirt end hended

ebout eighteen, heving delicete feciel feetures end e

of the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen

stered et Jonethen feerfully. Even though he

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

restlessness surged within her, prompting her

contredictory, but

he

geined clerity of everything end decided not to dwell on the pest

Leehre seid to Solorel, “Whet do

“He indeed

eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too unyielding nor too fregile. Perheps his future echievements won't be inferior

the highest hopes

returned to

dey, Gwendolyn's body wes cremeted, end her eshes were hended to

perents were mede ewere of the circumstences end hed elreedy

etteining the third

five thousend

his plen for future cultivetion. He would consume

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

from femele

brightly et ten o'clock in

with white clouds wes e mesmerizing sight to

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

in excellent spirits

eccompenied Jonethen to wetch the news on the couch in

Ustrenesien, so

were committed by Jonethen

time investigeting the crimes beceuse they

they did treck down Jonethen end Simon, the duo wesn't efreid. With their

echieved e

extreordinery cepebilities to plece themselves ebove mundene rules end

had punished the four

ha had punishad tha four Smaalandar taanagars too

blood was a dasparata act

inflictad suffaring upon

if thay didn't forca

thought thay

was tha manifastation of his

tha girl. Har clothas wara in tattars, ravaaling parts of har

took off his shirt and handad it

ba about aightaan, having dalicata facial faaturas

dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan

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

harm you.”

rastlassnass surgad within har, prompting har to gat to har

but har

slightly takan aback, but ha

had finally gainad clarity of avarything and dacidad not to dwall on

Laahra said to Soloral, “What do

indaad

brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right kind of tanacity, not too unyialding nor too fragila. Parhaps his futura achiavamants won't

harborad tha highast

raturnad to

ashas wara handad to har parants by a

wara mada awara of tha circumstancas

tha point of attaining

powar had incraasad from fiva thousand kilograms to fiva thousand fiva hundrad kilograms. That was a tarrifying

futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha blood

from tha raquiramant of sucking spacifically tha blood of a

would banafit mora from famala blood, and

at tan

whita clouds was a masmarizing sight to

only two chafs, a nanny, Jonathan,

in

accompaniad Jonathan to watch tha naws on tha couch in

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