I Am Unstoppable novel

It was Jessica's first time meeting such a rude man, and she instantly flew into a rage. After all, she was a stunning beauty with a fiery temper and had always been pampered by all.

“I'm not letting you off the hook today unless you apologize! How dare you order me to get out of your way? I'm just going to stand in your path. What can you do about that?” she spat.

After saying that, she thrust her chest out and lifted her chin like an arrogant rooster.

Mason was a martial artist and had a hardened heart, so he would never bestow a woman with special treatment.

Regarding Jessica coldly, he enunciated, “If you don't step aside, nutcase, don't blame me for getting physical with you.” “What?” At that, Jessica was entirely downright livid. She was so incandescent that she trembled violently. “You dare call me a nutcase?” she demanded.

“Not only do | dare call you a nutcase, but | also dare hit you!” Mason retorted icily. Right when he had said that, he suddenly lifted his hand and swung it at her.

“Don't you think you're going too far?” Jonathan abruptly

darted over and grabbed the man's wrist. Although he often bickered with Jessica, he still held much affection for her.

Likewise, Jessica was always irritated with him, but she actually cared about him greatly.

Jonathan stared at Mason frostily, drawling, “You call yourself a man when you'd make a move against a woman?” “All right, then. I'll make a move against you first!” Mason sneered. No sooner had he said that than he abruptly unleashed his Scorpion Attack to hook his leg around the back of Jonathan's knee.

Scorpion Attack was an ultimate move that was part of the Springing Kicks, obscure and indiscernible.

Jonathan's entire body was at its most sensitive then. He had just learned Mongrel Attack, so he promptly shot his leg out.

His leg blurred as it flew out like a blade.

Bang! Bang! Both the men's legs collided, but neither managed to get the upper hand.

Mason's expression changed as he realized that Jonathan was no easy prey. He immediately twisted his wrist to break free of the latter's grip.

Jonathan didn't bother stopping him since he only managed to grab Mason's hand because the man didn't bother dodging. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly have accomplished that.

Therefore, if he restrained the man's wrist to win against him, it would be a disgraceful victory.

Mason's eyes radiated an intense burst of chilliness. The tips of his toes quivered as he started gathering Force.

At once, Jonathan sensed that the man was like a beast right then, liable to attack anytime. He appeared nonchalant, but he had actually kept his guard up. The instant Mason attacked, he would swiftly defeat him as soon as possible.

The tension between them hung thick in the air.

At that precise moment, a voice drifted over. “This seems to be merely a misunderstanding, and we're all going to participate in Destino Art Golden Sword Tournament soon, so

let's just end things here.” oo The person who spoke was a young man with an alluring countenance, dressed in a white flowing shirt.

As he walked, he exuded an indescribable sense of confidence. He was none other than Little Martial Sage, Lucian Yandell, the grandson of Peacock King! Lucian went over and flashed them both a smile. Then, he said to Mason, “Mason, it isn't good for you to be so hot- tempered. You've got to be gentler with a girl!” Mason looked at him, turning submissive all of a sudden.

Scratching the back of his head, he greeted, “Lucian.” Lucian inclined his head a fraction in acknowledgment. While he was only twenty years old, he already had the demeanor of a grandmaster. Subsequently, he turned to Jonathan and remarked, “You're Jonathan Lawson, Jon, right? How interesting that it took a fight for us to make each other's acquaintance. Could you please let this matter go for my sake?”

By then, many elite fighters in the martial arts world had already swung their gazes over.

Even Stephen, Hector, Polly, and Amber had walked over and stood behind Jonathan.

Meanwhile, Jessica realized that the matter seemed to have gotten out of hand. Hiding behind Jonathan, she felt very much secure. Nonetheless, she didn't want the matter to continue snowballing, so she whispered, “Let's just forget about it, Jonathan.” Alas, Jonathan ignored her. Eyeing Lucian, he drawled, “Mason bumped into my friend first, and not only did he refuse to apologize, but he was even beyond rude. After that, he even wanted to hit my friend. | only want an apology from him. That isn't too much to ask, is it?" “Mason rarely has contact with the outside world, so he's ignorant about social etiquette. If he has offended you in any way, I'll apologize on his behalf.” Jonathan cast Lucian a look. Truth be told, he could sense the arrogance within the latter. And despite the man's apology

at that moment, he wasn't the least bit apologetic.

Jonathan was a person who wouldn't let the slightest issue slide, so he replied, “It's fine if you want to apologize on his behalf. However, an apology should be given sincerely. My friend is here, so go ahead and apologize.” After saying that, he pushed Jessica to the front.

The woman was a tad nervous, but she tried her best to stand straight with her head held high.

At that turn of events, Lucian's expression became utterly grim. He initially thought that Jonathan would take the olive branch he offered, but the man unexpectedly wanted him to apologize formally.

Being an elite fighter at the age of twenty, he was an exceedingly arrogant man and would never bow to anyone easily. His voice went cold as he murmured, “Jon, it's best not to take things too far in everything. We're all here to participate in Destino Art Golden Sword Tournament, so we'll be meeting each other frequently.” Chuckling, Jonathan countered, “I don't quite understand

what you mean by that. | only know that a man's word is his bond. Of course, it's also fine if you don't want to keep your word.” Lucian's expression grew increasingly darker, turning as black as thunder.

Conversely, Stephen was inwardly jumping for joy at the side, for he had long since detested Lucian.

At that exact moment, Mason stepped forward and bowed to Jessica out of the blue, thundering, “I'm sorry!” Then, he turned to Jonathan and inquired, “Was that to your satisfaction?” Jonathan wasn't an unreasonable person, so he relented, “Sure!” “Let's go, Lucian,” Mason promptly said to Lucian.

However, the latter pinned his eyes on Jonathan and suddenly flashed him a faint smile, commenting, “You're truly an interesting person, Jon. I'll remember you.” When he had said that, he walked away.

That statement was clearly a threat.

“Wait a moment!” Jonathan called out just then.

Lucian and Mason spun around and stared at the man. At that very moment, Lucian took it for granted that Jonathan was intimidated, shaking in his boots.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan drawled with a smirk, “A friendly reminder to you, Lucian—if you hate someone, don't address him by his nickname. That will make goosebumps rise all over me. Also, addressing someone by his nickname doesn't mean anything if the heart doesn't reflect the same intention. If you don't like me, you can call me Lawson.

Contrarily, you can call me Jonathan if you're fond of me.

However, don't ever call me Jon. | believe you can tell that I'm older than you with your keen eyesight, right?” Veins popped up on Lucian's forehead, and he ordered Mason to leave before spinning on his heels and storming away.

Jonathan merely ignored that as he indeed had a bad impression of the man. Lucian was pretty full of himself when

he stepped out in the first place, acting as though he was the authority there. Later, he even addressed Jonathan as “Jon,” which had the latter feeling very much chagrined.

Hah! You're just twenty years old, so you have no right to act all high and mighty in front of me, regardless of whether it's in terms of cultivation or experience! ‘When Lucian had left, Stephen patted Jonathan on the shoulder. Chortling, he exclaimed, “You were incredible, Jonathan! Haha! His face was as black as thunder earlier!” Polly, on the other hand, sported a wry smile as she lamented, “You're a magnet for grudges, Jonathan. You've only been in Fairlake for two days, but you've offended three people.” At that, Jonathan rubbed his nose in embarrassment. I'm actually innocent! All those people forced my hand! They then had breakfast together, during which Jessica acted significantly more docile in front of Jonathan. “Jessy, don't tell me you're so grateful that you've fallen for me?” Jonathan couldn't help teasing.

Jessica had just behaved more like a lady, but she immediately went off the deep end upon hearing that.

Flushing bright red, she bellowed, “You're dead, Jonathan! Are you itching for a beating? I'll never fall for you even if you're the last man on the face of this earth!” Her extreme reaction shocked everyone. Even Jonathan himself had never expected response of that magnitude. He knew that he had taken the joke too far yet was too proud to apologize. Thus, he tried to smooth things over by commenting, “The weather today is lovely!” Everyone burst out laughing.

However, Yasmin tugged at Jessica out of the blue and warned solemnly, “Don't disparage him like that anymore. In particular, don't mention that word.” That word naturally referred to the word “dead.” It was a sensitive time then, so she was terrified that ‘something would happen to Jonathan. For that reason, she couldn't stand Jessica saying such a thing. Jessica's eyes abruptly turned red-rimmed, and she riposted, “I didn't want to

say that, but he was just too much of a scoundrel!” After saying that, she shot to her feet and stalked off in a fit of pique.

Jonathan wore a thoughtful expression on his face. He was actually a perceptive person, not at all dense. As such, he sensed the subtle change in Jessica's feelings toward him.

He didn't want her to fall for him, so he deliberately ruined the atmosphere.

Right then, however, she threw a fit. The only reason for that was she had truly fallen for him.

That was something Jonathan hoped would never happen, for he didn't want to hurt anyone.

Of course, that wasn't his concern then.

After all, there was only a day left before the commencement of Destino Art Golden Sword Tournament.

On the third day, Jonathan and the others didn't go anywhere.

Both Jonathan and Polly meditated in their rooms. Everyone rested in preparation for the battle the next day.

On the fourth day, Destino Art Golden Sword Tournament was officially starting at noon.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Jonathan and the others drove toward the stadium.

The sun was shining brightly overhead.

In the car, Jonathan and Polly had their eyes closed in rest.

No one dared to disturb them.

That day, he wore a loose black training attire while Polly was dressed in sports attire. She had her hair pulled back, looking very much professional.

At ten-thirty, they all arrived in front of the stadium. All kinds of luxurious cars were already parked before the stadium then, many of which belonged to spectators who came to watch the tournament.

This time, all the spectators were screened, and they were either wealthy or influential.

The majority of those who managed to get selected had ‘some connections. Some paid a sky-high price for the tickets, for they were definitely difficult to obtain this time, even if one

was willing to pay.

Upon entering the stadium, all martial artists had their designated seats. Jonathan, Polly, Stephen, and Hector all sat next to each other. Yasmin, Amber, and Jessica sat there as well.

The stadium was a covered stadium that had a total of three thousand seats.

By then, the seats were almost all occupied, a massive crowd extending where the eye could see.

All the martial artists had also taken their seats.

Right in the middle of the stadium was an enormous ring.

Above it was a massive screen—three meters high and five meters wide.

At that moment, some tidbits were projected on the huge screen. They included the introduction of the martial artists, the demonstration of various martial arts, the theme of Destino Art Golden Sword Tournament, and the like.