I Am Unstoppable

Jonathan's eyes darkened. He had always known how cruel life and death could be and that there was no mercy in the ring.

“What now, Hector? Will you continue with the Golden Sword Tournament?” he finally asked.

“Of course,” Hector replied with a firm determination. “Now that Stephen's gone, it's up to me to see it to the end.”

That, without a doubt, was the attitude of all martial artists. Despite knowing there was danger ahead, they'd still walk into it fearlessly.

After all, how could one succeed if one was afraid of the obstacles along the way?

Take big movie stars, for example. It was easy to judge them by the cover, but how many people actually knew the efforts they had put in or the sacrifices they had to make to advance their careers?

Nearly all extraordinary accomplishments began by overcoming a series of challenges, and the world of martial arts was no exception.

Jonathan, too, had gone through a lot to achieve the level of cultivation he had that day.

He started training intensively since young, and there was once his master made him lie motionless in the snow for three days straight. It was so cold that he almost froze to death!

However, it was also because of the rigorous training that Jonathan became tough as nails.

After that, his master shipped him off to Smealand, where he had to fight for his life on the battlefield. Jonathan ended up killing so many people that he would have nightmares about it, and after a while, he lost count of the number of times he had gotten injured or narrowly escaped death.

No matter how terrible the experiences were, they had all played a part in molding Jonathan into the man he was at that moment. In fact, one could even say they were gifts of fate.

After bidding farewell to Hector, Jonathan and Polly took the elevator and returned to their respective rooms.

Once he was back, Jonathan promptly stripped his clothes off so he could jump into the shower.

He was bone-tired, and there was nothing he wanted more than a warm shower and a good sleep to prepare himself for the next day.

All of a sudden, the sound of a woman coughing rang out.

Jonathan was so startled that he turned his head around immediately, only to see a beautiful woman sitting on the couch.

She exuded an air of elegant sophistication in her black dress, and to Jonathan's horror, he realized she was none other than Mabel Sandler.

Even though he was stunned, Jonathan quickly put his clothes back on and approached her. “Must you sneak around like a ghost?” he grumbled. “You could've made some noise earlier.”

Mabel rolled her eyes at Jonathan as a smile crept across her face. “Hey, it's not my fault that you aren't vigilant enough. I've been sitting here all this time, yet you couldn't sense my presence.”

“What the heck? You're a Nascent Soul expert who can blend your spirit into the surroundings. How was I supposed to know?” Jonathan retorted. “What brings you here, anyway? Did something happen?”

Mabel's expression turned solemn almost immediately. “Take a seat first, and I'll fill you in.”

Sensing that something was amiss, Jonathan did as instructed. As soon as he sat down, he found himself being comforted by Mabel's pleasant scent. Her dress was rather low-cut, and the hint of cleavage would usually make anyone's mind wander. This time, however, Jonathan harbored no such lewd thoughts.

“The truth is, I was the one who arranged for you to fight with Skyler today,” Mabel said gravely.

“Well, I guessed as much.”

“We were only carrying out surveillance previously, and since there didn't seem to be any problems, we let Strikezone Martial Arts control the system. Unfortunately, our involvement led to us getting exposed because Strikezone Martial Arts had also hired a group of powerful hackers.”

Jonathan furrowed his brows. “Really? Are they even more powerful than you and your team?”

“Thankfully, no. The problem is, we fought each other so hard that we fried the system. Even as we speak, both our parties are still trying to find a way to hack back into it,” she replied. “In other words, the Golden Sword Tournament will be fair play starting tomorrow. No one will be able to manipulate the system, which means all pairings will get chosen at random.”

Jonathan touched his nose and chuckled bitterly. “Well, well, well. It looks like the tournament is getting even more interesting.”

“My sentiments exactly,” Mabel chimed in. “If we're relying purely on luck, I have no doubt you'd have the upper hand. After all, you're the Chosen One, so what do you have to fear?”

“I may not have anything to fear, but it's still hard to guard against sneak attacks. It'd be better to err on the side of caution. By the way, are you sure those from Strikezone Martial Arts won't find you guys?”

Mabel scoffed, “So what if they do? I'm sure they won't have the guts to do anything to us. Come on, don't forget who we are. If those punks dare attack the Department of National Security, they must be tired of living. Just because the country tolerates them doesn't mean they can disrespect it.”

The more Jonathan thought about it, the more relieved he felt. Mabel's right. There's nothing to worry about.

“Well, that's all I came to talk to you about,” Mabel said as she stood up. “I shall take my leave now!”

“Thank you,” Jonathan replied with the utmost sincerity.

“Oh, I watched the tournament today and saw you spar off with Skyler,” Mabel suddenly remarked when she got to the door. “I finally understand why you were picked to be the Chosen One despite your mediocre skills.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes in frustration. “Goodness, is that supposed to be a compliment? Because I don't feel good hearing it at all. Tell me, in what way am I mediocre?”

For someone who had always been very proud of his skills, Mabel's words felt like a slap in the face for Jonathan.

Upon seeing his reaction, Mabel couldn't help but burst into laughter. “Okay, okay, I shouldn't have said that. When it comes to you and your peers, I must admit you're very outstanding. If you had put more work into it, you might have become a Nascent Soul expert by now.”

Naturally, Jonathan understood what she meant. He hadn't been able to find his Destino Art, which meant he couldn't advance any further than his current Peak Neutralizing Force level.

With Mabel finally gone, Jonathan was only too happy to take his long-awaited shower.

This time around, he felt a lot more relaxed. Without the hackers messing with the system, everything at the Golden Sword Tournament would now follow the Heavenly Law. He might even be able to achieve a breakthrough and reach the Nascent Soul level.

Previously, Jonathan had to enlist Mabel's help because his enemy had made the first move and set a trap for him. If he hadn't fought back, he'd have ended up dead.

The Heavenly Law was as ethereal as it sounded, and Jonathan was excited to see how it'd affect the tournament from here on out.

That night, Jonathan slept very well.

In fact, he had always been able to sleep soundly at night because his conscience was clear.

The next day, the tournament continued.

Jonathan and Hector met up before heading to the Golden Sword Tournament venue together.

By noon, everyone had taken their places.

The audience was already seated in the stadium, and from a distance, they were like a sea of darkness.

The stage, however, was brightly lit, turning the ring into a dazzling showstopper.

Once again, the screen started to flicker wildly.

Everyone, including Jonathan, had their eyes glued to the screen as they awaited the result. Oh, how exciting! Now that the hackers are gone, I wonder who'd be picked by the hands of destiny.

Just then, the screen displayed the names of Braxton Sable and Harvey Laban.

Harvey might only be thirty-two years old, but he was one of Fairlake's experts and also the top fighter in his age group.

Braxton, dressed impeccably in white, began walking toward the ring.

Harvey, who was in an eye-catching red tracksuit, did the same.

There was never any doubt that Harvey was a good-looking guy, but with Braxton around, the former paled in comparison. It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to say that Braxton's beauty was out of this world, with men fawning over him just like women would.