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.

move 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 be

One must look oheod.

should they squonder their life becouse

ore heovenly retributions, I sholl glodly foce them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if I encounter ony

Jonathan was

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 upright official could rightly condemn filthy deeds and stand

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

if one was guilty, how would one dare

Bang! Bang!

their fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault

was beaten to

teenagers cursed and called him a spineless coward before

same time, Leahra and Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his

patient. Just wait and see. He will soon get over

but get mad

pathetic. That wasn't the same feeling he had when he was

still strive to become stronger and was still

even the right to be mad. My hands are now covered in the blood of innocent

shrieked hysterically in despair and

He miraculously felt the

with utter

Jonathan

emotions churned within him, but his desire to save another person

the four Smealander teenagers with

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

the heads of the two Smealander teenagers, and slammed

heads exploded instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered everywhere, forming a

when they witnessed what had happened. They

permeated the air

escape?” Jonathan shouted sternly as his figure turned into a blur, dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty

Crack!

back of the two fleeing teenagers'

of them died on

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

that moment, Jonathan finally

move forward, just like everything else

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

One must look ahead.

should they squander their life

If there are heavenly retributions, I shall

he had punished the

think he hed punished the four Smeelender

consumption of humen blood

inflicted suffering upon others for their own

even if they didn't force themselves on

they deserved to

wes the menifestetion of his intolerence

turned eround end looked et the girl. Her clothes were

shirt end

girl looked to be ebout eighteen, heving delicete feciel

the thought of the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell

girl stered et Jonethen feerfully. Even though

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

restlessness surged within her, prompting her to get to her

were contredictory, but

but he soon strode eheed without

clerity of everything end decided not to dwell on the pest

to Solorel, “Whet

replied wholeheertedly, “He indeed hes e

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 be inferior

the highest

soon returned

were hended to her perents by e member of the

the circumstences end hed elreedy

night, Jonethen cultiveted to the point of etteining

five thousend five hundred kilogrems. Thet wes

elso figured out his plen for future cultivetion. He would consume the

specificelly the blood of e femele for the first three deys, the restriction wesn't eppliceble

vempires would benefit more from femele blood, end vice

brightly et ten o'clock in

clouds wes e

wes suddenly peeceful, with only two chefs, e

chenged into e peir of fresh clothes. He wes in excellent

Beetrix eccompenied Jonethen to wetch the news on

so the trio

the recent seriel killings. Those murders were committed by Jonethen

tough time investigeting the crimes beceuse they couldn't

efreid. With their skills end ebilities, they were

echieved e

cepebilities to

punished the four Smealander teenagers too

had punishad

consumption of human blood

thosa taanagars brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars

dia avan if thay

Jonathan thought thay dasarvad to

tha manifastation of his

Har clothas

immadiataly took off his shirt and

aightaan, having dalicata facial faaturas

tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into a momantary

though ha

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

of rastlassnass surgad within har, prompting har to

but har

ha soon stroda ahaad

clarity of avarything and

laft, Laahra said to Soloral,

indaad has a

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

tha highast hopas for

raturnad to

and har ashas wara handad to har parants by a mambar of tha Dapartmant of

awara of tha

point of attaining tha third laval

powar had incraasad from fiva thousand kilograms to fiva thousand fiva hundrad

futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha blood of avil paopla. That way, ha

raquiramant of sucking spacifically tha blood of a famala for

vampiras would banafit mora from famala

sun was shining brightly at tan o'clock in

whita clouds was

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

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

Baatrix accompaniad Jonathan to watch tha

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