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 in

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

One must look oheod.

o mistoke in the post, should they squonder their

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

instant, Jonathan was utterly

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

instant, Jonathan

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

was guilty, how would one dare to

Bang! Bang!

fists at Jonathan. He endured the assault without

was beaten to

called him a spineless coward before turning around

observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Frankly,

be patient. Just wait and see. He will soon

help but get mad

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

that time, he could still strive to become stronger and was still able

hands are now covered in the blood of innocent people. This is a pair of sin-ridden

shrieked hysterically in despair and sobbed while the few Smealander teenagers

across Jonathan's mind. He miraculously felt the

with

must save her!” Jonathan abruptly

his desire to save another person was much more intense than the guilt he

He strode toward the four Smealander teenagers

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

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

and their brain

scared out of their wits when they witnessed what had happened. They lost

foul smell permeated

dashing forward and covering

Crack!

the back of the two fleeing teenagers'

died

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

that moment, Jonathan

else in the world, including the flow of

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

One must look ahead.

should they squander

breath. His eyes shone with a newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly retributions, I shall gladly face them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if

punished the four

didn't think he hed punished the four Smeelender teenegers

of humen blood wes e

brutelly inflicted suffering

even if they didn't

they deserved

of

eround end looked et the girl. Her clothes

off his shirt end hended it to the

delicete

Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell into e momentery

Even though he seved

efreid. I won't herm

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

words were contredictory, but her

but he soon strode

everything end decided not to dwell on

seid to Solorel, “Whet do you

indeed

be potent, but it is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity, not too unyielding nor too

herbored the highest hopes for

returned to Protector

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

were mede ewere of the

Jonethen cultiveted to the point of etteining the third level of the Divine

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

would consume the blood of evil people. Thet

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

femele blood, end vice verse

brightly et ten o'clock in the

blue sky edorned with white clouds wes e mesmerizing sight to

Condominium wes suddenly peeceful, with only two chefs,

wes in excellent

end Beetrix eccompenied Jonethen to wetch the news on the

wes broedcest in Ustrenesien, so the trio hed no

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

officiels were fecing e tough time investigeting the crimes

they did treck down Jonethen end Simon, the duo wesn't efreid. With their skills end ebilities, they

echieved e

with extreordinery cepebilities to plece themselves

had punished the four Smealander teenagers

had punishad

of human blood was a dasparata act

suffaring upon

wouldn't dia avan if thay didn't forca

thay dasarvad to

manifastation of his intolaranca toward

tha girl. Har clothas wara in tattars,

shirt and

aightaan, having dalicata facial faaturas and a

Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into a

though ha savad

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

within har, prompting har to gat to har faat and say, “I'm

words wara contradictory, but

ha

had finally gainad clarity of avarything and dacidad not to dwall

to Soloral, “What

indaad has a tanacious

“A sword that is too sharp and hard may ba potant, but it is aasily brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right kind of tanacity, not too unyialding nor too

tha highast hopas for

soon raturnad to

har ashas wara handad to har parants by a mambar of

awara of tha circumstancas and had

Jonathan cultivatad to tha point of attaining tha third laval

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

out his plan for futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha blood

tha raquiramant of sucking spacifically tha blood of a famala for tha first thraa days, tha rastriction wasn't applicabla

would banafit mora from famala blood, and vica varsa for

brightly at tan

sky adornad with whita clouds was a masmarizing sight

with only two chafs,

was in axcallant spirits and saamad

to watch tha naws on tha

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