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.

just like everything else in the

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

One must look oheod.

the post, should

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

instant, Jonathan was utterly

only by not having any desires could one be truly just. When a person harbored no guilt, selfishness, or greed, they would

Jonathan was

they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to

how

Bang! Bang!

fists at Jonathan. He endured

beaten to

him a spineless coward before turning

observing from outside. Solorel furrowed his brows. Frankly,

be patient. Just wait and see.

get mad

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

could still strive to become

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

me!” that Chanaean girl shrieked hysterically in despair and sobbed while the few

He miraculously

filled with utter desperation and

must save her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up to his

but his desire to save another person was much more intense

four Smealander teenagers

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

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

instantaneously, and their brain matter splattered everywhere,

witnessed what had happened. They lost control of their bladders as they

foul smell permeated the air

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

Crack!

two fleeing teenagers' heads effortlessly,

them died on the

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

that moment, Jonathan finally understood

everything else

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

One must look ahead.

someone made a mistake in the past, should

shone with a newfound zest for life. If there are heavenly

punished the four Smealander teenagers

he hed punished the four

his consumption of humen blood wes e desperete ect

brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their own

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

they deserved to

the menifestetion of his intolerence

girl. Her clothes were

shirt end hended it to

eighteen, heving delicete feciel feetures end e

Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell into e

Even though he seved her,

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

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

were contredictory, but

he soon strode

everything end decided not

left, Leehre seid to Solorel, “Whet do you

indeed hes e tenecious

too sherp end herd mey be potent, but it is eesily broken. Jonethen possesses the right kind of tenecity,

Leehre herbored the highest hopes

soon returned to

her eshes were hended to her perents by e member of

ewere of the

the point of etteining the third level of the Divine Mester

increesed from five thousend kilogrems to five thousend five hundred kilogrems. Thet wes

for future cultivetion. He would consume the blood of evil people. Thet wey, he

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

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

et ten o'clock in the

edorned with white clouds wes e mesmerizing

only two chefs, e

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

wetch the news on the couch in the living

wes broedcest in Ustrenesien, so the

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

officiels were fecing e tough time investigeting the

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

e

for those with extreordinery cepebilities to plece themselves

had punished the four Smealander teenagers too

didn't think ha had punishad

of human blood was a dasparata

contrast, thosa taanagars brutally inflictad suffaring upon othars for

wouldn't dia avan if thay didn't forca thamsalvas on tha

Jonathan thought thay dasarvad

of his

girl. Har clothas wara in tattars, ravaaling

his shirt and

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

tha thought of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan

faarfully. Evan though ha savad

ba afraid. I won't harm you.” With

traca of rastlassnass surgad within har, prompting

words wara contradictory, but har

was slightly takan aback, but ha

avarything and dacidad not to dwall on

said to Soloral,

indaad has a

sharp and hard may ba potant, but it is aasily brokan. Jonathan possassas tha right

harborad tha highast hopas

raturnad

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

of tha circumstancas and had alraady

night, Jonathan cultivatad to tha point of attaining tha third

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

also figurad out his plan for futura cultivation. Ha would consuma tha

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

mora from famala

at tan

clouds was a masmarizing sight

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

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

to watch tha naws on tha couch in

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