I Am Unstoppable

Jonathan was meditating.

Even though he could not pinpoint where Simon was while meditating, the feeling of getting watched never left him.

The watchful eyes of his enemies were still fixated on him.

Jonathan knew that even though he had five seconds of explosive Haemocore power, he was still no match for Simon.

As for Catherine... Jonathan did not have much hope for Catherine. Although Catherine was at the final stage of Nascent Soul, she was someone without desires. Therefore, despite her mighty defense, it was almost impossible to have her launch an attack and take another's life.

On the other hand, Simon was best at offensive stances. Therefore, it would be difficult for Jonathan and Catherine to try to kill Simon, for Catherine was not ruthless enough.

In contrast, it was likely for Simon to kill him and Catherine.

The situation remained dangerous.

The tenser the moment, the calmer Jonathan was. He used his Haemocore to take in the energy before using Requiem to calm his mind down.

Jonathan knew well that, as long as he reached middle-stage Nascent Soul, he would be able to go up against Simon along with the Haemocore's power.

However, trying to progress in Nascent Soul was akin to trudging through mud. It had been less than two months since Jonathan reached Nascent Soul. Some would say that he was a dreamer if he were to try to reach middle-stage Nascent Soul in such a short period of time.

The point of the middle-stage Nascent Soul was to break down the vigor in the body. Final-stage Nascent Soul would be to gather the broken-down vigor and reform it into Force.

It was a complicated yet wondrous process.

For those in middle-stage Nascent Soul, the breaking down of the vigor meant that their blood was revitalized. Therefore, their strength would improve.

Those in middle-stage Nascent Soul could easily deal a punch that packed the strength of a thousand and five hundred kilograms.

Once they were at the final stage of Nascent Soul, they would then transform their spirit into Force with spirit. Again, it would refine the user's blood and bones.

By then, one punch of theirs would be two thousand kilograms.

Every rise in level was a refinement of their body, strengthening and renewing their bones and blood. With the two boosted, the rest of the body's system would naturally be strengthened as well.

In other words, a fighter's cultivation focus was on the spirit and the body. At a certain point of body refinement, blood would become the best nourishment for the fighter.

All of a sudden, Jonathan's eyes flew open. His progress with breaking down vigor had not gone smoothly.

His body rejected the vigor, and he could not forcibly break it down.

“What really are the requirements to break down vigor? Must it be after a certain period of time?” Jonathan was confused.

Then, his gaze landed on Catherine. In the next second, his eyes lit up. Catherine's at final-stage Nascent Soul. I can just ask for her advice!

However, Jonathan was too embarrassed to ask her anything while Elijah Murray and Lesley Quinton were around.

After all, cultivation was supposed to be a solitary effort as everyone had different ways of cultivating. No one could forcefully learn another's method of cultivation, for they might end up going mad if they did so. Furthermore, some would not reveal the secrets of their cultivation to others.

That was why Jonathan had refrained from asking Catherine about it.

However, they were running out of time, and Jonathan had to buck up.

Thus, he rose to his feet and turned to Catherine, who was silently meditating. “Catherine, let's go out to look for food.”

Catherine opened her eyes and stood up. “All right.”

Jonathan grabbed her hand, and surprisingly, she did not reject his touch.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Jonathan sensed many changes in Catherine.

In the past, Catherine was cold and ruthless. Frederick did everything for her, but she never even bat a lash at Frederick's death.

Jonathan thought that she would be equally indifferent if he were to die.

That was something he had mentally prepared himself for.

Of course, although Catherine had changed a little, Jonathan was still sure that she would have the same indifferent look on her face if he really died.

Nevertheless, something was still different about Catherine.

Her silence no longer kept people away from her. At the very least, she did not reject how he was holding her hand. As a matter of fact, Jonathan somewhat sensed that Catherine was starting to rely a little on him.

But that also might just be my imagination.

Jonathan then led Catherine into the forest. The two of them were on their guard, making sure that Simon would not be able to sneak up on them.

When Jonathan sensed no one watching him, he figured out that Simon might not be paying attention to them anymore.

Maybe he needs rest too.

Nevertheless, he stayed wary, thinking that Simon could not possibly have gone to rest.

Simon certainly knew that it was time for Jonathan and Catherine to look for food. If Jonathan and Catherine were to successfully find food, it would be bad news for Simon.

Jonathan was a smart man. Simon must have left because he's thinking of what attacks to deliver next.

However, Jonathan could not decipher what kind of attack Simon was going to launch next.

For now, Jonathan was on the defensive. Simon was the Jungle King, so Simon's every move affected Jonathan's next move.

At that, Jonathan could not help but wish that he had the revolver Mabel gave to him. If he were to have that, there was no way Simon would still be so gleeful around Jonathan.

Needless to say, it was all just a thought.

He knew that what was happening to him at that moment was a trial. Perhaps he would be able to reach the next level after the trial, but there was always a possibility that he would die during the trial.

The more stress he had, the more motivation he had.

After composing himself, Jonathan decided to cease thinking about how Simon was going to attack them. What he had to do first was to figure out how to reach middle-stage Nascent Soul.

Once he was at middle-stage Nascent Soul, he no longer needed to fear Simon.

Jonathan and Catherine soon found strawberries in the forest. The wild strawberries were juicy and sweet. It was truly a delicacy in the hot weather.

The two managed to get many strawberries.

After picking one of the strawberries, Jonathan dusted it on his shirt before handing it to Catherine. “Open your mouth.”

Catherine obeyed and opened her mouth to take the strawberry.

Jonathan smiled at that. Catherine's getting cuter and cuter.

Then, he ate some of the strawberries as well.

After that, he and Catherine began returning, for Jonathan did not think that the forest was a good place to linger for long.

On their way back, Jonathan finally asked the question that was on his mind. “Catherine, I'd like to ask you a question.”

Catherine turned to look at him and hummed in confusion. “Hm?”

“Did you have anything that helped you break down the vigor when you reached Nascent Soul middle-stage?”

Catherine tilted her head to the side before mumbling, “Nothing, actually. It feels like I've taken a deep breath and let the breath meld into my body.”

Jonathan was speechless at her response.

He finally realized that Catherine was unlike others. Her mind was pure, and she did not dwell much on other things.

That was why she had more ease in her cultivation.

Some people were ambidextrous, but most were not.

At the end of the day, it was because the smarter individuals dwelled on certain thoughts more.

Breaking down the vigor in the body made it seem like all they needed to do was simply let the energy meld with the body.

However, it was easier said than done.

It was the same as ordinary people trying to move their ears. They would not be able to do it unless they learned a technique of some sort.

“What's the matter?” Catherine asked.

Jonathan responded immediately, “Nothing.” So it's because I have to make sure that my mind stays blank.

I have to stay extremely focused to the point I can sense the blood cells. With just a thought, I would then be able to command my blood to surge to my fists.

Jonathan had a slightly better idea of how to reach middle-stage Nascent Soul after hearing her out.

Soon, the two returned to the beach.

At that moment, the bright sun was shining on the beach, blanketing the sand with a layer of golden glow.

The waves on the sea were lapping at the beach, and seagulls were hovering above the waters.

A sight of a morning like that could make anyone relax.