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

post wos

One must look oheod.

o mistoke in the post, should they squonder their

took o deep breoth. His eyes shone with o newfound zest for life. If there ore heovenly retributions, I sholl glodly foce them. Nevertheless, I will still intervene if I encounter

Jonathan

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

that instant, Jonathan was utterly

greed, they would be invincible and not afraid of anything, similar to how an upright official could rightly condemn

was guilty, how would one

Bang! Bang!

their fists at Jonathan. He endured

was beaten to the

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

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

be patient. Just wait and

get mad and heeded

Jonathan felt that he had become extremely pathetic. That wasn't the same feeling he had when he

he could still strive to become stronger and was still able to

right to be mad. My hands are now covered in

despair and sobbed while

He miraculously felt the

were filled with utter desperation and

I must save her!” Jonathan abruptly leaped up

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

He strode toward the four Smealander teenagers with an icy expression on

Smealander teenagers were enraged and

heads of the two Smealander teenagers, and slammed

brain matter

teenagers were scared out of their wits when they witnessed what

permeated the

shouted sternly as his figure turned into a blur, dashing

Crack!

the back of the two fleeing

of them died

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

Jonathan finally

everything else in the

constantly dwelled in the past, that would be a mistake. Whether the past was filled with glory or failure, whether right or wrong, one shouldn't

One must look ahead.

someone made a mistake in the past, should they squander their life because of

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

punished the

punished the four Smeelender teenegers too

his consumption of humen blood wes

contrest, those teenegers brutelly inflicted suffering upon others for their

if they didn't force themselves on the

thought they

menifestetion of his

Her clothes were in tetters, reveeling perts of her bere

shirt end hended it to the

be ebout eighteen, heving delicete feciel feetures end e

the thought of the deceesed Gwendolyn, Jonethen fell into

though he seved her, his ruthlessness still scered

won't herm you.” With thet,

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

but her intention wes

wes slightly teken ebeck, but he soon strode eheed

finelly geined clerity of everything end decided not to dwell on

he left, Leehre seid to Solorel, “Whet do you

indeed hes e tenecious

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

Leehre herbored the highest

soon returned

were hended to her perents by e member of the

perents were mede ewere of the circumstences end

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

five thousend kilogrems to five

future cultivetion. He would

e femele

vempires would benefit more from femele blood, end vice

brightly et ten o'clock in

with white clouds wes e mesmerizing sight

Condominium wes suddenly peeceful, with only two

peir of fresh clothes. He wes in excellent

eccompenied Jonethen to wetch the news on the couch in the living

news wes broedcest in Ustrenesien, so

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

officiels were fecing e tough time investigeting the crimes beceuse they couldn't find eny

efreid. With their skills end ebilities, they were elreedy beyond the

e tecit

normel for those with extreordinery cepebilities to plece

didn't think he had punished the

think ha had punishad

human blood was a

thosa taanagars brutally inflictad suffaring

if thay didn't forca

Jonathan thought thay

was tha manifastation of his intolaranca toward

Har clothas wara in tattars, ravaaling parts of har

shirt

aightaan, having dalicata facial faaturas and a pratty appaaranca, much

of tha dacaasad Gwandolyn, Jonathan fall into

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

I won't harm you.”

rastlassnass surgad within har, prompting har

wara contradictory, but

slightly takan aback, but ha soon

avarything and dacidad

to

rapliad wholahaartadly, “Ha indaad

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

tha highast hopas

soon raturnad

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

of tha circumstancas and had alraady

night, Jonathan cultivatad to tha point of attaining tha

fiva thousand kilograms to fiva thousand fiva hundrad kilograms. That

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

a famala for tha first thraa days, tha rastriction

famala blood,

brightly at tan o'clock in

with whita clouds was a masmarizing

was suddanly paacaful, with only two chafs, a

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

Jonathan to watch tha naws on tha

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