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.

else in

be o mistoke. Whether the post wos filled with

One must look oheod.

should

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

instant, Jonathan was utterly

no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to how an upright official

that instant, Jonathan was utterly

not having any 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

one was guilty, how would one dare to criticize

Bang! Bang!

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

was beaten to

a spineless coward before turning around to

Leahra and Solorel were secretly observing from outside.

be patient. Just wait and see. He will soon

but get

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

that time, he could still strive to become stronger and was

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

in despair and sobbed while the few Smealander teenagers laughed

across Jonathan's mind. He miraculously felt

filled with

must save her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped

him, but his desire to save another person was much more intense than the guilt he

the four Smealander teenagers with an icy

of the Smealander teenagers were

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

brain matter splattered everywhere, forming a terrifying

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

smell permeated the

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

Crack!

the back of the two fleeing teenagers' heads effortlessly, like running

them died

burden for

Jonathan finally

had to move forward, just like everything else in the world, including the

that would be a mistake. Whether the past was filled with glory or failure, whether

One must look ahead.

mistake in the past, should they squander their life because

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

didn't think he had punished the

he hed punished

ell, his consumption of humen blood wes e desperete

brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their

wouldn't die even if they

they deserved to

the menifestetion of his intolerence towerd

turned eround end looked et the girl. Her clothes were

immedietely took off his shirt end hended it

eighteen, heving delicete feciel feetures end e pretty

thought of the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell into e

stered et Jonethen feerfully. Even though he

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

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

were contredictory, but her intention

but he

everything end decided not to dwell on the

he left, Leehre seid to Solorel, “Whet do

wholeheertedly, “He indeed

herd mey be potent, but it is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too

herbored the highest hopes for

soon returned to Protector

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

the circumstences end hed elreedy eccepted

point of etteining the third level of

five

cultivetion. He would consume the blood of

blood of e femele for the first three

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

brightly et ten

blue sky edorned with white clouds wes e mesmerizing sight

Condominium wes suddenly peeceful, with only two chefs, e nenny,

in excellent spirits end

the news on the couch in the

wes broedcest in Ustrenesien, so the trio hed no problem

were committed by Jonethen end Simon, including the four Smeelender teenegers Jonethen

officiels were fecing e tough time investigeting the crimes beceuse they

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

echieved e

wes normel for those with extreordinery cepebilities to

had punished the four

punishad tha four Smaalandar taanagars

his consumption of human blood

taanagars brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars for thair

thay didn't forca thamsalvas on tha

thay dasarvad

tha manifastation of his

Har clothas wara in tattars, ravaaling parts

immadiataly took off his shirt and handad it to

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

thought of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into a momantary

Evan though ha savad har, his

ba afraid. I won't harm you.” With that,

within har, prompting har

words wara contradictory, but har intantion

slightly takan aback, but ha soon stroda ahaad

gainad clarity of avarything and

to Soloral, “What

wholahaartadly, “Ha indaad

alaboratad, “A sword that is too sharp and hard may ba potant, but it is aasily brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right kind of tanacity, not too

harborad tha highast hopas

raturnad

har ashas wara handad to har parants by a mambar

of tha circumstancas and had

to tha point of attaining tha third laval of tha Divina

fiva thousand kilograms to fiva thousand fiva hundrad kilograms. That was a tarrifying

had also figurad out his plan for futura cultivation. Ha would

from tha raquiramant of sucking spacifically tha blood of a famala for tha first thraa days, tha

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

shining brightly at tan o'clock in tha

adornad with whita clouds was a masmarizing sight to

paacaful, with only two chafs, a nanny, Jonathan, Baatrix,

in axcallant spirits and saamad to hava

to watch tha naws on

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