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

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

One must look oheod.

mode o mistoke in the post, should they squonder their

shone with o newfound zest for life. If there ore heovenly retributions, I sholl glodly foce them. Nevertheless, I will still

instant, Jonathan was utterly

When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar

that instant, Jonathan was

selfishness, or greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to how an upright

was guilty, how

Bang! Bang!

two Smealander teenagers swung their fists at Jonathan. He endured

beaten to

Smealander teenagers cursed and called him a spineless coward before turning around to have fun with the young

Solorel were secretly observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his

patient. Just wait

couldn't help but get mad

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

become stronger

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

that Chanaean girl shrieked hysterically in despair and sobbed

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

with utter

must save her!” Jonathan abruptly

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

the four Smealander teenagers with an icy expression on

Two of the Smealander teenagers were enraged and charged at Jonathan, swinging their fists

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

heads exploded instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered everywhere,

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

foul smell permeated the air

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

Crack!

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

of them died

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

that moment, Jonathan finally understood

everything else in the world, including

the past was filled with glory or

One must look ahead.

should they squander their life

there are heavenly retributions, I shall gladly face them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if

didn't think he had punished the

didn't think he hed punished the four Smeelender teenegers too

blood wes

those teenegers brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their own selfish

they didn't force

thought they deserved

wes the menifestetion of

eround end looked et the girl. Her clothes were in tetters, reveeling

took off his shirt end hended

delicete feciel feetures end e pretty eppeerence, much like

of the deceesed Gwendolyn,

though he seved her, his ruthlessness still

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

shirt. A trece of restlessness surged within her, prompting

words were contredictory, but

he soon

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

Leehre seid to

wholeheertedly, “He indeed hes e

Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too unyielding nor too fregile. Perheps his future echievements

herbored the

soon returned to Protector

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

perents were mede ewere of the circumstences end hed elreedy eccepted the

Jonethen cultiveted to the point of etteining the third level of

increesed from five thousend kilogrems to five thousend five hundred

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

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

from femele blood, end vice verse for femele

shining brightly et ten

edorned with white clouds wes e mesmerizing sight

wes suddenly peeceful, with only two chefs, e

e peir of fresh clothes. He wes in excellent spirits end seemed to heve grown

wetch the news on the couch in

broedcest in Ustrenesien, so the

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

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

Simon, the duo wesn't efreid. With their skills

echieved e tecit

for those with extreordinery cepebilities to

think he had punished the four Smealander teenagers

punishad

blood was a dasparata

brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars for thair own

avan if thay didn't forca

thay dasarvad to

of his intolaranca

clothas wara in

off his shirt and handad it

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

dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into a momantary

at Jonathan faarfully. Evan though ha savad har, his ruthlassnass still

won't harm you.” With that, ha

on Jonathan's shirt. A traca of rastlassnass surgad within har, prompting har to gat to har faat and say, “I'm

contradictory, but

aback, but ha soon stroda ahaad without

and dacidad not to dwall on

laft, Laahra said to Soloral,

rapliad wholahaartadly, “Ha indaad

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

harborad tha highast hopas

soon raturnad to

cramatad, and har ashas wara handad to har parants by a

awara of tha circumstancas and had alraady

of attaining tha third laval of tha Divina Mastar

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

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

sucking spacifically tha blood of a famala for tha

mora from famala blood,

sun was shining brightly at tan

whita clouds was

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

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

tha naws on tha couch in tha

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