I Am Unstoppable

Even though Yasir was relieved, he did not completely let his guard down. To prevent Jonathan from escaping in the middle of the night, he arranged for the constant surveillance of the former's movements.

Just as he was done making the arrangements, he received a call from Edward.

At that moment, Yasir was also in the presidential suite of Pearl Hotel in Jipsdale.

His phone had an anti-tapping device installed, so he was not worried that his conversation would be tapped by Mabel and her crew.

The sun was still shining brightly outside as he stood in front of the windows, staring at the passing traffic and innumerable pedestrians.

Edward's cold voice sounded from the other end of the line. “How are things going?”

“Some minor mishaps occurred, but everything is still going according to plan,” replied Yasir respectfully.

In a low voice, Edward questioned, “Your system's been suppressed by a hacker—you call this a 'minor mishap'? Are Jonathan's severe injuries, inflicted by a man called Lucian Yandell during their match, also considered a 'minor mishap'?”

Yasir did not expect him to have found out about everything. A thin layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on the former's forehead as he answered, “Edward, Jonathan will continue taking part in the tournament tomorrow.”

“So? Are you going to duel with an injured person and even kill him?” Stunned by Edward's words, Yasir could not utter a single word in response. After a moment of deliberation, Edward continued, “There's something that you might not have noticed.”

Dazed, Yasir took a moment to grope for the words to reply to him. “You're referring to...”

“You've already shown your hand against Jonathan twice, and both times you failed to kill him. This is your third opportunity. If Jonathan still survives tomorrow, don't bother thinking about killing him anymore. In fact, you have to apologize to him.”

“Why?” asked Yasir in confusion.

“You can take chances once or twice to complete a task, but not thrice. If you can't take his life after three chances, that means your luck has already run out. If you keep on being his enemy, you'll be the one courting death instead. Such is fate,” Edward explained.

Yasir's entire body shuddered.

The man went on, “Also, there's one more thing that you mustn't reveal. If Jonathan's wounds have not recovered tomorrow, and if it's one of our representatives fighting against him in the ring, they must show no mercy and take his life. Secondly, whether it's Leonardo or Jareth who kills him, you have to take a stance and expel them from Strikezone Martial Arts. Of course, they can be readmitted to our center later on.”

“Got it!” Yasir immediately answered. He understood why he had to expel the two from the center. It was because others would criticize them if a representative of Strikezone Martial Arts dealt Jonathan a killing blow despite the latter being gravely wounded. Thus, Yasir must take a stance and punish them severely.

By then, he also understood a key point.

The next day would be his final opportunity to take Jonathan's life. If Jonathan were to survive, then he would no longer be able to go after him. The worst part was that Yasir was an incredibly proud person. Considering his hatred toward Jonathan, making an apology to him was something he could never accept.

While Jonathan returned to his suite, Polly asked Donovan to get some medicine from the drugstore. Amber and the two other ladies remained by Jonathan's side to keep him company. As he sat cross-legged on the bed and saw the look of concern on the three women's faces, his face cracked into a bitter smile. “How can I rest when the lot of you are right in front of me? Go and take a break. I'm fine.”

“We can't do that! What if Strikezone Martial Arts leaps at the chance to hurt you? I want to stay here and protect you,” said Amber.

Yasmin and Jessica were also adamant about not leaving him.

Jonathan sighed and remarked, “Don't worry. They won't resort to such underhanded methods unless the situation is dire.” After a brief pause, he continued, “You girls staying here will only hinder the recovery of my wounds. So, if you want me to survive tomorrow, you should go back to your rooms and rest.”

Thus, Amber, Jessica, and Yasmin had no choice but to leave his room, as he had made himself very clear.

However, the trio stood guard outside the door as though they were Jonathan's bodyguards.

As for Polly, she stayed in her suite and only went over with the medicine once Donovan returned from the drugstore.

When she came and saw the three women guarding the door, she could not help but let out a chuckle. “What are the three of you doing?” She paused for a moment before going on, “Don't worry. Jonathan is a very blessed and resilient man; nothing will happen to him. You should all go back and rest.”

Amber and the other two ladies trusted her a lot. Since she was making the same request of them, they could only trudge back to their rooms.

Polly opened the door and entered the suite.

The curtains were drawn, and the lights had been turned off. The atmosphere was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Jonathan remained seated cross-legged on the bed with his eyes shut.

Dazzling sunlight instantly shone into the room when she drew back the curtains.

And so, he opened his eyes.

Polly turned around and said to him, “Take off your shirt. I'll rub some ointment on you.”

Jonathan nodded, took off his shirt, and lay face down on the bed.

Sitting down on the side of the bed, she rubbed some ointment onto his back and massaged it into his skin with Latent Force to thoroughly spread its medicinal effects into his organs. Then, complementing her efforts, he utilized his vitality to ensure the quick absorption of the medicinal effects and speed up the recovery of his wounds.

While exerting her Force, she commented, “You should know very well that even if I treat your wounds like this, it'll still take at least ten days for your injuries to heal completely.”

Jonathan closed his eyes, enjoying the warm and comfortable feeling on his body. “That's right,” he responded. What Polly said was the truth, and he could not refute it at all.

She added, “I know what you're planning to do. You want to attain Nascent Soul tonight, don't you? Only by achieving the Nascent Soul cultivation level and successfully forming your vigor can you fully recover within one night.”

A wry smile touched his lips as he replied, “You know me well, Polly.”

“But you haven't succeeded in forming your vigor for more than three years. Do you think that you'd be able to make it tonight? It's too risky,” said Polly.

In a low voice, Jonathan uttered, “But I have no other choice. I've experienced firsthand how impressive a Nascent Soul expert is. Lucian has just stepped into that cultivation stage, and I'm already unable to defend against one mere punch from him. Moreover, you know Leonardo's and Jareth's cultivation stages. My Shadow Punch is far from being as powerful as Hector's, and he, too, died in the end. This means that even if I'm not injured, I'll still have to duel with Leonardo or Jareth tomorrow. Only by attaining the Nascent Soul stage tonight will I have the chance to survive.” He paused for a second and continued, “Humans must push themselves one way or another. Otherwise, we'll never find out how much potential we truly have within us. If Lucian can achieve the Nascent Soul level in the ring, why can't I? Am I dumber than him?”

She took a deep breath before saying, “It's not just you. Now that the system's been destroyed, it's very likely that I'll also encounter them tomorrow. Hector and Stephen had the courage to fight till their last breath, so I, Polly McDaniels, mustn't back away from fighting too. If I can't attain the Nascent Soul level tonight, I'm afraid that doom will be inevitable for me tomorrow as well. You're right; we must all push ourselves to the limits. Even if we don't succeed, we can at least die in bliss knowing that we tried.”

Jonathan did not speak any further. He knew that night was a decisive life-and-death moment for the both of them.

Once Polly finished the treatment, she got up and bid him goodbye. “I'm going back to my room. See you tomorrow!”

Jonathan sat up as well and replied, “See you tomorrow!”

Hopefully, we'll be seeing each other as Nascent Soul experts tomorrow!

It was their unanimous thought, but they did not verbalize it.

Jonathan sat cross-legged in the suite with his top bare.

At that moment, his organs felt as though they were ablaze, which meant that the ointment was taking effect to cure his wounds. Nevertheless, he understood that damage to the organs was not so quickly healed.

Experts like Jonathan were strong because they knew their bodies like the back of their hands. They could pinpoint wherever there was a problem with their bodies.

Just then, his phone rang.

Jonathan picked it up and gave it a glance. It was Jennifer calling. He could not help but smile wryly. Is she calling to give me a good scolding?

Having given it some thought, he decided to answer the call.