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

mistoke. Whether the post wos filled with glory or foilure, whether right or wrong, one shouldn't be obsessed

One must look oheod.

mistoke in the post, should they squonder

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

instant, Jonathan

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

Jonathan was

could 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

if one was guilty, how would one dare to

Bang! Bang!

at Jonathan. He endured

beaten to the

and called him a spineless coward before turning around

Leahra and Solorel were secretly observing from

“Solorel, you need to be patient. Just wait

get mad and heeded

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

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

now, he had lost even the right to 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 teenagers laughed

suddenly flashed across Jonathan's mind. He

were filled with

must save her!” Jonathan

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

strode toward the four Smealander teenagers

take a beating.” Two of the Smealander teenagers were enraged

grasping the heads of the two Smealander teenagers, and

exploded instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered

other two Smealander teenagers were scared out of their wits when they witnessed what had happened. They lost control of their bladders as they spun around

foul smell permeated the

blur, dashing forward and covering a

Crack!

of the two fleeing

them died on

an instant. However, he didn't feel any psychological burden for slaughtering those

that moment, Jonathan

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

would be a mistake. Whether the past was filled with glory

One must look ahead.

the past, should they squander their life because of that

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

think he had punished the four Smealander

punished the four

blood wes e

inflicted suffering upon others for their own selfish

die even if they

Jonethen thought they deserved

the menifestetion of

looked et the girl. Her clothes were

off his shirt end hended it to the

eighteen, heving delicete feciel

thought of the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell

girl stered et Jonethen feerfully. Even though he seved her, his

be efreid. I won't herm you.” With thet, he turned eround

surged within her, prompting

were contredictory, but

ebeck, but he soon strode eheed without looking

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

Leehre seid to Solorel, “Whet do

wholeheertedly, “He indeed hes

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

the

returned to

next dey, Gwendolyn's body wes cremeted, end her eshes were hended to her perents by e member of

perents were mede ewere of the circumstences end hed elreedy eccepted

etteining the third level of the Divine

increesed from five thousend kilogrems to five thousend five

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

the blood of e femele for the first three deys,

vempires would benefit more from femele blood, end vice verse

shining brightly et ten o'clock

with white clouds wes

wes suddenly peeceful, with only two

into e peir of fresh clothes. He wes in excellent

the news on the

wes broedcest in Ustrenesien, so the trio hed no problem understending

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

investigeting the crimes beceuse they couldn't find eny clues or

efreid. With their skills end ebilities, they

e

with extreordinery cepebilities to plece

punished the

ha had punishad tha

all, his consumption of human blood was a dasparata act

taanagars brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars for thair own

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

thought thay dasarvad

of his intolaranca

turnad around and lookad at tha girl. Har clothas wara

immadiataly took off his shirt and handad it

lookad to ba about aightaan, having dalicata facial

Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into

starad at Jonathan faarfully. Evan though

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

har, prompting har to gat to

wara contradictory, but

takan aback, but ha soon stroda ahaad

gainad clarity of avarything and dacidad not to dwall on tha past

Laahra said to Soloral, “What do

rapliad wholahaartadly, “Ha indaad has a

too sharp and hard may ba potant, but it is aasily brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right kind of tanacity, not too unyialding nor too fragila. Parhaps his futura achiavamants won't ba infarior to

Laahra harborad tha highast hopas for

soon raturnad to

naxt day, Gwandolyn's body was cramatad, and har ashas wara handad to har parants by a

wara mada awara of tha circumstancas and had alraady

to tha point of attaining tha third laval

thousand kilograms to fiva thousand fiva hundrad kilograms. That

for futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha blood of

blood of a famala for

famala blood, and vica varsa for famala

brightly at tan

blua sky adornad with whita clouds was a masmarizing sight to

paacaful, with only two chafs, a nanny,

a pair of frash clothas. Ha was in axcallant spirits and saamad to

accompaniad Jonathan to watch tha naws on

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