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.

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 uncomplicated, a simple

of his would be able to

was a regrettable circumstance that Jonathan found

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

remained impassive, it left

Jonathan exclaimed in disbelief. With his formidable might,

an abrupt motion, Tristan delivered a

motion, Tristan delivered a swift

off guard, Jonathan had no time to evade the attack. He was sent hurtling through the air, feeling excruciating pain in his chest as if his organs had shifted. The impact

touched the crimson liquid

smell of blood. He glanced up

of this was an illusion, why did the pain feel so

an illusion, he shouldn't be deceived

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

to push

utterly powerless to save Rhiannon, for Tristan had already

through the air to crash heavily

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

crawl backward, his fear of Tristan overpowering any

side, Rhiannon's eyes were turning white, seemingly inching closer to her demise at

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

Terror consumed Jonathan.

the next instance, an overwhelming hatred filled Jonathan's

I'm going to die, I'll face Tristan courageously,

his father, but he had no right to bear that title. Jonathan refused to let him be an eternal shadow, and he wouldn't succumb to

lifted his head, fixing a fierce

Jonathan. A surge of strength coursed through

to exert pressure, but Jonathan pushed back with all

struck Jonathan, and he finally

you were created from my own fears. Once I'm unafraid, you become insignificant!" With newfound confidence, Jonathan leaped

he delivered

resounding impact, Jonathan's

evade the blow, transforming into billowing black

how it

a

As long as fear resided in one's heart,

deep breath, Jonathan cast a concerned glance at

swiftly but refrained from intervening

a manifestation of Rhiannon's fears, and no one else could defeat that fear for her.

"Maisie represents your inner fear. To defeat her, you must stop being afraid. Once you no longer fear her, she loses her power over you." He paused and added, "Rhiannon, if you believe you didn't do anything wrong

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