I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 517 A Matter Of Life and Death

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.

Three in his cultivation, making his physical strength unparalleled. With a single punch, he wielded the power of an astonishing seven thousand five hundred kilograms. His movements were straightforward and

of his would be able

a regrettable circumstance that Jonathan

called Nestling Fist. Astonishingly, he effortlessly caught Jonathan's punch, causing all of Jonathan's strength

remained impassive, it

formidable might, how could Tristan overpower

an abrupt motion,

abrupt motion,

evade the attack. He was sent hurtling through the air, feeling excruciating pain in his chest

touched

was unmistakably the smell of blood. He glanced up at Tristan,

all of this was an illusion, why did the pain

it were an illusion, he

had her by the neck,

filled Rhiannon's face, her feeble attempts to push Maisie away proving

Rhiannon, for Tristan had already closed in

the air to crash heavily onto the ground, coughing up yet

with a slow, menacing stride, and terror surged through Jonathan. He saw Tristan as his eternal nightmare.

desperate attempt to escape, Jonathan struggled to crawl backward,

turning white, seemingly inching

loomed over Jonathan, lifting his foot and slowly pressing it toward Jonathan's head. This

Terror consumed Jonathan.

an overwhelming hatred filled

to die,

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

lifted his head,

surge of strength coursed through his body, and he reached out, grabbing hold

to exert pressure, but Jonathan pushed back with all his might,

struck Jonathan, and he

own fears. Once I'm unafraid, you become insignificant!" With newfound confidence, Jonathan leaped up and dodged to

he delivered a

a resounding impact, Jonathan's fist struck Tristan's

transforming into billowing

how it

had a sudden

fears. As long as fear resided in one's heart, the pit would

glance at Rhiannon,

but refrained

knew that Maisie was a manifestation of Rhiannon's fears, and no one else could defeat

inner fear. To defeat her, you must stop being afraid. Once you no longer fear her, she loses her power over

was white as she trembled all over. But at that moment, something shifted within her. Her eyes widened, and a fierce

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