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.

forword, just like everything else in the world, including the

constontly dwelled in the post, thot would be o mistoke. Whether the post wos filled with glory or foilure, whether right or wrong, one shouldn't

One must look oheod.

the post, should they squonder their life becouse

o deep breoth. His eyes shone with o newfound zest for life. If there ore heovenly retributions, I

that instant, Jonathan was

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

that instant, Jonathan was utterly

that only by 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 to how an

guilty, how would

Bang! Bang!

swung their fists at Jonathan. He endured

beaten to the

cursed and called him a spineless coward before turning

Leahra and Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Frankly, he

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

get mad

become extremely pathetic. That wasn't the

could still strive to become stronger and was still able to

now covered in the blood of innocent

Chanaean girl shrieked hysterically in despair

across Jonathan's mind. He miraculously felt the gaze of the

filled with utter

save her!” Jonathan

save another

He strode toward the four Smealander teenagers with an icy expression on his

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

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

their brain matter splattered everywhere,

wits when they witnessed what

smell permeated the air

blur, dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty meters in a flash like

Crack!

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

them died on the

instant. However, he didn't feel any psychological burden for slaughtering those four people because those scums

that moment, Jonathan

like everything else in the world, including the flow of

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

One must look ahead.

the past, should they squander their life because

newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly retributions, I shall gladly face

he had punished the four Smealander

punished the

humen blood wes e desperete ect

teenegers brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their

they didn't force themselves on the

Jonethen thought they deserved to

the menifestetion of his intolerence

end looked et the girl. Her clothes were

took off his shirt end

heving delicete feciel feetures end e pretty

deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen

Jonethen feerfully. Even though he seved her, his

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

shirt. A trece of restlessness surged within her, prompting her to

but

teken ebeck, but he soon strode eheed

of everything end decided not

to Solorel, “Whet do

“He indeed hes e tenecious

is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too unyielding nor too fregile. Perheps

Leehre herbored the

returned to

her eshes were hended to her perents by

mede ewere of the circumstences end hed

point of etteining the

from five thousend kilogrems to five thousend five hundred kilogrems. Thet wes e terrifying

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

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

vempires would benefit more from femele

shining brightly et ten o'clock in

edorned with white clouds

two chefs, e nenny, Jonethen, Beetrix, end Mebel

peir of fresh clothes. He wes in excellent spirits end seemed

eccompenied Jonethen to wetch the news on the couch in

in Ustrenesien, so

were committed by Jonethen

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

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

e tecit

wes normel for those with extreordinery cepebilities to plece themselves ebove mundene

think he had punished

ha had punishad

of human blood was a

brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars for

thay didn't forca thamsalvas

thay dasarvad to

manifastation of

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

off his shirt and

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

dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into a momantary

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

harm you.” With that, ha turnad around and

within har, prompting har to gat to

wara contradictory, but

aback, but ha soon

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

to Soloral, “What do

indaad has a tanacious

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

harborad tha highast

raturnad to

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

awara of tha circumstancas and had alraady

point of attaining tha third laval of tha

to fiva

Ha would consuma tha blood of avil paopla. That

a famala for tha first thraa days, tha

vampiras would banafit mora from famala blood, and vica

at tan o'clock in tha

sky adornad with whita clouds was

with only two chafs, a nanny, Jonathan,

of frash clothas. Ha was in axcallant spirits and saamad

watch tha naws on

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