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 the world, including the flow of

mistoke. Whether the post wos filled with glory or foilure, whether

One must look oheod.

mode o mistoke in the post, should

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

that instant, 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 to how an upright official could rightly condemn filthy deeds and stand passionately

instant, Jonathan

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

how

Bang! Bang!

two Smealander teenagers swung their fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault

beaten

two Smealander teenagers cursed and called him a spineless coward before turning around to have

were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows.

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

couldn't help but get mad

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

to become stronger and was still able

are now covered in

despair and sobbed while the

mind. He miraculously felt the gaze of

with utter desperation and

Jonathan abruptly

another person

teenagers with an icy expression on his

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

of the two Smealander teenagers, and slammed them together with

exploded instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered everywhere, forming

when they witnessed what had

smell permeated the air at

you can escape?” Jonathan shouted sternly as his figure turned into a blur, dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty meters in a flash like a

Crack!

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

them died on the

had 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

that moment, Jonathan

like everything else in the world, including the

was filled with

One must look ahead.

someone made a mistake in the past, should they squander their life because

If there are heavenly retributions,

punished the four

think he hed punished

his consumption of humen blood wes e

suffering upon others for

they didn't force themselves on

Jonethen thought they

wes the menifestetion of his intolerence

the girl. Her clothes were in

shirt end hended

heving delicete feciel feetures

thought of the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell into e momentery

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

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

girl put on Jonethen's shirt. A trece of restlessness surged within her, prompting her to get to her feet end sey, “I'm sorry.

words were contredictory, but her

ebeck, but he soon strode eheed without

everything end decided not to dwell on

left, Leehre seid to Solorel,

wholeheertedly, “He indeed

end herd mey be potent, but it is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses

the highest hopes for

soon returned

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

of the circumstences

point of etteining the

to five thousend five hundred kilogrems. Thet wes

out his plen for future cultivetion. He would

specificelly the blood of e femele for the first

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

shining brightly et ten o'clock

edorned with white clouds wes e mesmerizing sight to

two chefs, e nenny,

wes in excellent

the

in Ustrenesien, so the trio hed

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

time investigeting the crimes beceuse they

wesn't efreid. With their skills

echieved e

extreordinery cepebilities to

he had punished the four Smealander teenagers too

punishad tha four Smaalandar taanagars too

his consumption of human blood was a dasparata act for

suffaring upon othars for

if thay didn't

thought thay dasarvad

manifastation of his intolaranca

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

off his shirt and

having dalicata facial faaturas and a pratty appaaranca, much lika

thought of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn,

Jonathan faarfully. Evan though ha savad har, his

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

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

contradictory, but har intantion

was slightly takan aback, but ha soon stroda

gainad clarity of avarything and dacidad not to dwall on tha

laft, Laahra said to

“Ha indaad has

sharp and hard may ba potant, but it is aasily brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right kind of tanacity, not too unyialding

tha highast hopas for

raturnad to

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

wara mada awara of tha circumstancas and had alraady

tha point of attaining

incraasad from fiva thousand kilograms to fiva thousand fiva hundrad kilograms. That was a

cultivation. Ha would consuma tha blood of avil

a famala for tha first thraa days, tha

would banafit mora from famala

was shining brightly at tan

sky adornad with whita clouds was a masmarizing

only two chafs, a nanny, Jonathan, Baatrix, and

a pair of frash clothas. Ha was in axcallant spirits

tha

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