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.

With a single punch, he wielded the power of an astonishing seven thousand five hundred kilograms.

be able

was a regrettable circumstance that Jonathan found himself facing

Tristan countered with a move called Nestling Fist. Astonishingly, he effortlessly caught Jonathan's punch, causing all of Jonathan's

impassive,

Jonathan exclaimed in disbelief. With his formidable might, how could Tristan overpower him without using

motion, Tristan delivered a swift

abrupt motion, Tristan delivered a

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

Jonathan spewed a mouthful of blood and touched the crimson liquid on

was unmistakably the smell of blood. He

this was an illusion, why did the

an illusion, he shouldn't

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

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

for Tristan had already closed

kick, propelling Jonathan through the air to crash heavily onto

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

Jonathan struggled to crawl backward, his fear

white, seemingly inching

it toward Jonathan's head. This seemed to be the definitive

Terror consumed Jonathan.

in the next instance, an overwhelming hatred filled

going to die,

he had no right to bear that title. Jonathan

Jonathan lifted his head, fixing a fierce glare on

coursed through his body, and he reached out, grabbing hold of Tristan's

to exert pressure, but Jonathan pushed

he

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

he delivered a

resounding impact, Jonathan's fist struck Tristan's

into billowing black smoke once again and vanishing

that's how it

a sudden

bottomless pit wasn't truly infinite; it symbolized people's inner fears. As long as fear resided in

Jonathan cast a concerned glance at Rhiannon, who was facing

but refrained

could

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

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