I Am Unstoppable

After finishing her words, Maisie turned her head around.

Jonathan and Rhiannon glimpsed the back of Maisie's head, and it shocked them beyond words.

The sight was gruesome—her skull had been cracked open, bloodied, and infested with maggots.

Even the usually composed Jonathan couldn't hold back the wave of nausea that washed over him.

At the same time, Rhiannon felt a sharp surge of acidity in her stomach.

Jonathan took a deep breath, reminding Rhiannon once again, "It's all an illusion."

Tristan's icy gaze bore into Jonathan, his words dripping with venom. "You and your mother, Paige, both deserve death. I should've ended you, an abomination, over two decades ago. Now, as you become my demonic tribulation, your demise is even more justified."

Tristan's mention of Jonathan's mother struck a nerve, and his eyes instantly turned a fiery shade of red, consumed by fury. "Tristan, it was you who exploited my mother in your drunken haze. How dare you speak ill of her?"

"Despicable creature!" Tristan sneered, saying, "What, you think you've grown strong enough to challenge me now? If you miss your lowly mother so much, I'll send you to meet her right now!"

Each word pierced Jonathan's heart like a dagger.

In that moment, an overwhelming wave of agony washed over Jonathan.

His profound anguish stemmed from the crushing realization of their insignificance and unbearable existence, both his and his mother's.

He, too, longed for the affection of his parents, for he was a living, breathing human being with the same desires and emotions.

Yet, to his father, he amounted to nothing.

With a sudden roar, Jonathan declared, "Tristan, whether you're real or an illusion, it doesn't matter. Today, I will crush you!" As he finished speaking, he unleashed the powerful Stormwind Fist without hesitation.

"Do you really think you can cast your magic?" Tristan's face was impassive.

Jonathan was also stunned. It was then he found that he couldn't unleash the Stormwind Fist.

It seems as though the elemental energy had disappeared from their surroundings.

Previously, Jonathan and Rhiannon's spiritual consciousness relied on the divine power within their cerebral domain, so they did not depend on elemental energy.

And now, when Jonathan wanted to harness the elemental energy, he realized that there was no elemental power in the air at all.

Jonathan stood there, stunned, his heart consumed by an overwhelming hatred for Tristan. It was a level of loathing he had never experienced before in his life.

With a fierce roar, he exclaimed, "Tristan, even without magic, I will kill you!" After he finished speaking, the power of his vitality erupted around him.

His body surged with blood as if a divine dragon was coursing through his veins.

With a single stride, Jonathan was instantly in front of Tristan. Then, Jonathan threw a fierce punch toward Tristan's abdomen.

Level Three in his cultivation, making his physical strength unparalleled. With a single punch, he

of his would be

that Jonathan found himself facing Tristan—the Demon

with a move called Nestling Fist. Astonishingly, he effortlessly caught Jonathan's

Tristan remained impassive, it left Jonathan

Jonathan exclaimed in disbelief. With his formidable might, how

an abrupt motion, Tristan

an abrupt motion, Tristan delivered

to evade the attack. He was sent hurtling through the air, feeling excruciating pain in his chest as if his organs had shifted.

blood and touched the crimson liquid on the ground before

smell of blood. He glanced

of this was an illusion,

an illusion, he shouldn't be

in a dire situation. Maisie had her by the neck, rendering her

her feeble attempts to push Maisie away proving futile as her eyes remained

powerless to save Rhiannon, for Tristan had already closed in

a kick, propelling Jonathan through the air to crash heavily onto the ground, coughing up yet

Jonathan. He saw Tristan as his eternal nightmare. Hatred swelled inside him, yet he felt utterly powerless to resist, with

struggled to crawl backward, his fear of Tristan overpowering

other side, Rhiannon's eyes were turning white, seemingly inching closer to

Jonathan, lifting his foot and slowly pressing it toward Jonathan's head. This seemed to

Terror consumed Jonathan.

instance, an overwhelming hatred

to die, I'll

be his father, but he had no right to bear that title. Jonathan refused to let him be an eternal shadow, and

his head, fixing

changed within Jonathan. A surge of strength coursed through his body, and he reached out,

exert pressure, but Jonathan pushed back with all his

he finally understood what was

you were created from my own fears. Once I'm unafraid, you become

he delivered a powerful

a resounding impact, Jonathan's fist

no way to evade the blow, transforming into billowing black

how

had a sudden

symbolized people's inner fears. As long as fear resided in

breath, Jonathan cast a concerned glance at Rhiannon, who was

but refrained

Maisie was a manifestation of Rhiannon's fears, and no one else could defeat that fear for her. The only person who

fear her, she loses her power over you."

all over. But at that moment, something shifted within her. Her eyes