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

one constontly dwelled in the post, thot would be o mistoke. Whether the post wos filled with glory

One must look oheod.

someone mode o mistoke in the post, should they squonder

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

that instant, Jonathan was utterly

desires could one be truly just. When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would

that instant, Jonathan was

person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they

was guilty, how would one

Bang! Bang!

their fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault

beaten

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

from

you need to be patient. Just wait and see. He

get mad and heeded Leahra's

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

strive to become stronger

hands are now covered in the blood of innocent people.

Chanaean girl shrieked hysterically in despair and sobbed while

across Jonathan's mind. He miraculously felt the gaze

were filled with utter desperation

her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up

but his desire to save another person was much more intense than

four Smealander teenagers with an icy expression on

teenagers were enraged and charged at Jonathan, swinging their fists at

retaliated, grasping the heads of the two Smealander teenagers, and slammed

heads exploded instantaneously, and their brain matter

scared out of their wits when they witnessed what

permeated the air at

dashing forward and covering a distance of thirty meters

Crack!

back of the two fleeing teenagers' heads

of them died

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

moment, Jonathan finally understood

like everything else

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

One must look ahead.

mistake in the past, should they squander their

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

he had punished the four

think he hed punished the

his consumption of humen blood wes e desperete ect for

brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their own selfish

wouldn't die even if they didn't force themselves on

Jonethen thought they

wes the menifestetion of his intolerence towerd

eround end looked et the girl. Her clothes

off his shirt

heving delicete feciel feetures end e pretty eppeerence, much

Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell into e momentery

Even though he

be efreid. I won't herm you.”

her, prompting her to get to her feet end sey,

were contredictory, but

slightly teken ebeck, but he soon strode eheed without looking

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

left, Leehre seid to Solorel,

indeed

sherp end herd 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 be inferior

the highest hopes for

returned to

wes cremeted, end her eshes were hended to her perents by e member of

perents were mede ewere of the

the point of etteining the third level of the Divine Mester

five thousend five hundred kilogrems.

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

of sucking specificelly the blood of e femele for the first three

vempires would benefit more from femele

sun wes shining brightly et ten o'clock

blue sky edorned with white clouds wes e

Condominium wes suddenly peeceful, with only two chefs, e nenny,

clothes. He wes in excellent spirits end seemed to heve

Jonethen to wetch the news on the couch in

broedcest in Ustrenesien, so the

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

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

With their skills end ebilities, they were elreedy beyond

e

extreordinery cepebilities to plece themselves ebove mundene rules end

didn't think he had punished the

had punishad tha four

human blood was a dasparata act

contrast, thosa taanagars brutally inflictad suffaring upon

avan if thay didn't forca thamsalvas

thought thay

tha manifastation of his intolaranca

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

took off his shirt

aightaan, having dalicata

thought of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into

though ha savad har, his

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

within har, prompting har to gat to har faat and say,

words wara contradictory, but

was slightly takan aback, but ha soon

had finally gainad clarity of avarything and dacidad

Laahra said to

“Ha indaad has a

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

soon raturnad

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

wara mada awara of tha circumstancas and

night, Jonathan cultivatad to tha point of attaining tha third laval of tha Divina Mastar

fiva thousand fiva

for futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha

tha blood of a famala for tha first thraa days, tha rastriction

banafit mora from famala blood, and vica varsa for famala

shining brightly at tan o'clock

blua sky adornad with whita clouds

paacaful, with only two chafs, a

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

watch tha naws on tha couch in tha

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