I Am Unstoppable novel

Jonathan and Jennifer stayed quiet.

Just then, Amber tugged at Jonathan, murmuring, “Bianca is under control now, so we're not in danger anymore, right?” Taken aback by her question, Jonathan paused briefly before answering, “Aaron is of concern to us as well. He ganged up with Bianca to poison you. It seems like this old man is quite irrational too. Regardless of that, things have become easier now that Bianca is under control.” Amber asked, “So does that mean you no longer have to marry the daughter of the Harrington family?” Jonathan was at a loss for words. The current situation is in utter chaos. Now that Logan is captured, and I've also helped Mabel get rid of Ezekiel, I'm sure Jeremy will not let this slide. Without protection, I'll surely be dead if | come across Jeremy later on.

Jonathan felt completely lost, and things seemed to get increasingly complicated the more he thought about it.

Meanwhile, Amber gazed at Jonathan with glinting eyes,

waiting for his response eagerly.

Jonathan merely sighed and answered, “Amber, my marriage will never affect our friendship in any way. I'l always see you as my best friend, comrade, and soulmate.” The twinkle in Amber's eyes dimmed. “So you're still getting married to a stranger.” She paused briefly before continuing, “I'm just... | know what you're like. | just don't want to see you torturing yourself.” “Well, | don't have much of a choice, do 1?” Those words concluded Jonathan's current circumstances.

One hour later, they received news from Mabel. Bianca was not captured, as she had escaped beforehand.

It was as if she had vanished into thin air, and it was impossible to find her.

Jonathan was not surprised to hear about it. He already had a notion that things would not be as smooth sailing.

After their dinner at Vipod Residence, Mabel called again.

This time, he called Jonathan instead of reporting to Arthur like earlier.

Over the phone, Mabel informed, “I'm picking you up now.” Loath to remain at Vipod Residence, Jonathan replied, “Okay!” He felt uneasy, mainly because the four women were all there, making the atmosphere rather awkward. Besides, Arthur was a man of commanding presence.

Therefore, Jonathan felt more at ease at Mabel's house.

Half an hour later, Mabel arrived. After dropping in for a chat with Arthur, she left with Jonathan.

Before leaving, Mabel reassured again, “Old Mr. Johnson, Jonathan and | are dealing with this matter.

Don't worry about it. We'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer.” Nodding, Arthur replied, “Okay. Go ahead.” After exiting Vipod Residence, Jonathan stretched his body

in the passenger seat while Mabel drove.

At night, Yaleview was lit up by an endless row of bright neon signs on the majestic bridge faraway, and its air was filled with frost.

The car heater was on, while the radio was playing a soothing song titled “Only Hope.” There's a sing that's inside my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again. I'm awake in the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over and over again. So | lay my head back down, and | lift my hands and pray. Sing to me the song of the stars, of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. When it feels like my dreams are so far, sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.

At that moment, Jonathan broke the silence between them and asked, “If you managed to capture Bianca today, does that mean | wouldn't have to go to the Divine Realm and marry Catherine?” Mabel stopped the car abruptly. In an instant, the

atmosphere in the car grew tense. Jonathan and Jannifar stayad quiat.

Just than, Ambar tuggad at Jonathan, murmuring, “Bianca is undar control now, so wa'ra not in dangar anymora, right?” Takan aback by har quastion, Jonathan pausad briafly bafora answaring, “Aaron is of concarn to us as wall. Ha gangad up with Bianca to poison you. It saams lika this old man is quita irrational too. Ragardlass of that, things hava bacoma aasiar now that Bianca is undar control.” Ambar askad, “So doas that maan you no longar hava to marry tha daughtar of tha Harrington family?” Jonathan was at a loss for words. Tha currant situation is in uttar chaos. Now that Logan is capturad, and I'va also halpad Mabal gat rid of Ezakial, I'm sura Jaramy will not lat this slida. Without protaction, I'll suraly ba daad if | coma across Jaramy latar on.

Jonathan falt complataly lost, and things saamad to gat incraasingly complicatad tha mora ha thought about it.

Maanwhila, Ambar gazad at Jonathan with glinting ayas, waiting for his rasponsa aagarly.

Jonathan maraly sighad and answarad, “Ambar, my marriaga will navar affact our friandship in any way. I'll always saa you as my bast friand, comrada, and soulmata.” Tha twinkla in Ambar's ayas dimmad. “So you'ra still gatting marriad to a strangar.” Sha pausad briafly bafora continuing, “I'm just... | know what you'ra lika. | just don't want to saa you torturing yoursalf.” “Wall, | don't hava much of a choica, do 1?” Thosa words concludad Jonathan's currant circumstancas.

Ona hour latar, thay racaivad naws from Mabal. Bianca was not capturad, as sha had ascapad baforahand.

It was as if sha had vanishad into thin air, and it was impossibla to find har.

Jonathan was not surprisad to haar about it. Ha alraady had a notion that things would not ba as smooth sailing.

Aftar thair dinnar at Vipod Rasidanca, Mabal callad again.

This tima, ha callad Jonathan instaad of raporting to Arthur lika aarliar.

Ovar tha phona, Mabal informad, “I'm picking you up now.” Loath to ramain at Vipod Rasidanca, Jonathan rapliad, “Okay!” Ha falt unaasy, mainly bacausa tha four woman wara all thara, making tha atmosphara rathar awkward. Basidas, Arthur was a man of commanding prasanca.

Tharafora, Jonathan falt mora at aasa at Mabal's housa.

Half an hour latar, Mabal arrivad. Aftar dropping in for a chat with Arthur, sha laft with Jonathan.

Bafora laaving, Mabal raassurad again, “Old Mr. Johnson, Jonathan and | ara daaling with this mattar. Don't worry about it. Wa'll dafinitaly giva you a satisfactory answar.” Nodding, Arthur rapliad, “Okay. Go ahaad.” Aftar axiting Vipod Rasidanca, Jonathan stratchad his body in tha passangar saat whila Mabal drova.

At night, Yalaviaw was lit up by an andlass row of bright

naon signs on tha majastic bridga faraway, and its air was fillad with frost.

Tha car haatar was on, whila tha radio was playing a soothing song titlad “Only Hopa.” Thara's a sing that's insida my soul. It's tha ona that I'va triad to writa ovar and ovar again. I'm awaka in tha infinita cold, but you sing to ma ovar and ovar and ovar again. So | lay my haad back down, and | lift my hands and pray. Sing to ma tha song of tha stars, of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. Whan it faals lika my draams ara so far, sing to ma of tha plans that you hava for ma ovar again.

At that momant, Jonathan broka tha silanca batwaan tham and askad, “If you managad to captura Bianca today, doas that maan | wouldn't hava to go to tha Divina Raalm and marry Catharina?” Mabal stoppad tha car abruptly. In an instant, tha atmosphara in tha car graw tansa.

Sensing Mabel's anger, Jonathan was stupefied. In fact, it

seemed like she had been feeling troubled all along.

She fumed, “I think you still haven't figured out what's going on.” Jonathan remained silent. He somehow found Mabel scary when she was angry.

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Mabel went on, “You're the Chosen One. How can the Chosen One escape these troubles? You'll only find yourself sinking deeper into these problems. What will change if Bianca is dead? Mind you, Ezekiel is dead now.

I've also captured Logan. Jeremy cannot create trouble for me, but do you think he'll let you off? Once you leave YYaleview, you're as good as dead. Besides, you have a weaker mind than Logan. Don't assume that Logan is spineless just because he begged me. He did that because he was going with the flow while waiting for an opportunity to strike. When a building collapses, one must surely take the opportunity and run away. What about you? | don't even know what you're feeling conflicted about.”

After a brief pause, Mabel added, “I don't see why you're making such a big fuss out of the marriage with Catherine.

Are you someone ordinary? Will you be having children and prioritizing family time after your marriage? Even if you're willing to do that, Catherine definitely will not agree to it.

‘Your marriage is merely a formality. All you have to focus on is finding a way to achieve your ultimate goal. You're less capable than Logan, so what gives you the audacity to be so arrogant?” Jonathan was at a loss for words. Mabel's words made him feel embarrassed.

Nevertheless, although Mabel's words were hurtful, it was a blunt statement of fact.

Despite his intelligence, he had slow progress in his cultivation because of all his distracting thoughts and reservations.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Mabel said, “I'm in a bad mood today, so my words might upset you. But trust me, I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart.”

“I understand.” Mabel cautioned, “You don't have much time left. If your cultivation remains stagnant, you'll be in deep trouble. | can't protect you forever. Even if | can, there will be no point for me to have you by my side. I'm hoping that you can assist me in the future, and I'm definitely not planning on pampering you.” Jonathan could not help giving a wry smile.

Mabel also made no further comment as she continued driving.

Along the journey, both of them withdrew into sullen silence.

When they arrived at Mabel's house, she handed Jonathan another six bullets.

Soon afterward, Jonathan took a bath, followed by Mabel.

While Mabel was showering, Jonathan informed her, “I'll head out and get us some supper.” From the bathroom, Mabel hummed in response.

Thirty minutes later, Jonathan returned with some iced beer and a sumptuous supper.

Meanwhile, Mabel had finished her shower and was sprawling on the couch in her sports outfit.

After serving the barbecued dishes and grilled fish, Jonathan opened a can of iced beer.

Clinking his can against Mabel's, Jonathan inquired, “Why are you in a bad mood today?” Mabel cast a glance at Jonathan. Actually, she had thrown a tantrum at Jonathan earlier because she saw him as a friend. Of course, Jonathan was aware of that as well.

Mabel took a big gulp of her beer, but as she drank too quickly, she let out a burp. After a while, she spoke. “It's nothing in specific. It's just that | feel like things are getting very complicated now. Everything seems ‘somehow related to one another. With my temperament, | feel like ending everything. For instance, Bianca and Aaron are both idiots for being so irrational. The whole problem stemmed from the coercion by Strikezone Martial Arts.

They were the ones who caused the death of Leonardo, yet these two idiots blamed it on you instead and dragged Arthur into it as well. It's ridiculous! Most importantly, when | tried reasoning with them, they refused to listen at all. All | wanted to do back then was to give them a slap. Yet, | can't because of my identity. I, too, often have to act against my will.” Mabel was definitely a quick-tempered person. As Jonathan listened to her, he finally understood her frustrations.

He suddenly recalled a tale about a powerful deity, who was imprisoned after causing chaos. The deity was then ordered by the heavens to do a task. At first, he refused because he didn't want to. Yet in the end, he still gave in.

It seems like regardless of how great our cultivation is, Mabel and | will always have to compromise on many things and act against our will, just like that deity. It's the same for everyone, even the mortals. They're tied down by various obligations such as their career, family, and children. No one can throw off the shackles of commitments in life. In fact, everyone wants to take a tour around this

huge world. However, money is needed for that. It's also needed for one's mortgage and credit card. Because of that, not anyone can afford to tour the world.

Soon, Jonathan and Mabel had finished two cans of beer.

“By the way, I'm curious about something. Will Logan really obey you from now on?” Jonathan asked.

“I've made an arrangement for someone to inject a virus into him, and he'll have to be vaccinated annually to stay alive. If he doesn't want to die, he'll have to abide by my orders. Logan fears death more than anyone else, so that's his weakness. With knowledge of his weakness, | won't have to worry about him disobeying me.” Heaving a sigh of relief, Jonathan went on, “Have you thought about tricking Logan into revealing his master's cultivation techniques?” “I've asked him about it, but it's impossible for us to replicate Jeremy's way. Everyone has their own way of cultivation. This is the problem that we face after achieving Nascent Soul. We'll fall into the demonic path by copying

others. After all, everyone has a different force field.” Jonathan agreed with Mabel's viewpoint. He remarked, “Logan and Ezekiel lost today because they didn't expect that | would bring a gun with mercury bullets. Otherwise, considering their cultivation, both of them are formidable opponents.” Mabel reminded, “Ezekiel and Logan are genuine fighters, so firearms mean nothing to them. We succeeded only because we caught them by surprise when we trapped them in the house. However, such a method will not work in the future. Bear in mind that although firearms are powerful, you shouldn't depend too much on them.” Jonathan nodded.

Throughout the night, both of them drank a lot of beer.

Afterward, Mabel got quite drunk, so Jonathan carried her to the bed. In her intoxicated state, Mabel appeared innocent, as if she was an ordinary young lady instead of an imposing fighter. Even her usual strong aura seemed less intense at that moment.

Jonathan could not help but chuckle as he found her adorable.

However, he would never dare to do anything to Mabel.

After settling Mabel down, Jonathan went to his room to sleep.

The next morning, the two of them woke up at the same time. After washing up, Jonathan pivoted to Mabel, who was brushing her teeth. He then suggested, “Let's go meet Old Mr. Harrington today.”

During the winter, the weather in Yaleview was unpredictable. On this day, the chilly north wind blew past the city, and the sky was quite gloomy.

At ten in the morning, Jonathan and Mabel arrived at the Harrington mansion.

YYareth and Bruce came out to welcome them. Immediately, Mabel told Yareth that Jonathan had agreed to his conditions. Hearing that, Yareth smiled. He was dressed in a red suit, and its bright color was reflected on his wrinkled face, making him look a bit creepy.

He turned to Bruce and instructed, “Bruce, tell Catherine to come here. This isn't the olden days anymore, so we shouldn't allow arranged marriages. They should at least meet each other before getting married.” Jonathan could not help but chuckle bitterly in his heart.

What is he talking about? This is literally an arranged marriage! Fortunately, Catherine was known as the prettiest woman in Yaleview. If he were to be married to an ugly woman, he would definitely be upset.

Smiling, Bruce answered, “Yes, Old Mr. Harrington.” Afterward, Jonathan and Mabel sat down with Yareth in the living room for some coffee. Yareth started, “Jonathan, after you hold your wedding ceremony and get your marriage certificate, | will recommend you to the Divine Realm right away.” At that, Jonathan stood up. “Thank you, Old Mr.

Harrington.” He seemed genuine and sincere.

Perhaps, he was enlightened after getting scolded by Mabel the day before.

Since he didn't have enough capabilities, he didn't have the right to be choosy.

“You should call me Grandpa soon,” Yareth reminded.

Jonathan smiled at that, but he did not say anything.

Roughly half an hour later, Bruce approached them and reported, “Old Mr. Harrington, Ms. Catherine just came home.” As soon as he said this, two people walked into the

living room.

It was a man and a woman.

The woman was wearing a white suit, and she looked around eighteen years old. Like an exquisite carving, her face was delicate and beautiful.

She had curves in all the right places, and most importantly, she emitted a unique and aloof aura.

Anyone who stood beside her would look like a mortal standing next to a goddess.

The woman was no other than Catherine Harrington.

Right when she walked in, her fragrance filled the room.

The guy beside her was around twenty-two years old. He had defined features and a well-groomed appearance. His eyes gleamed, exuding a formidable aura. Jonathan could tell that the man had a much higher cultivation level than himself.

Likewise, Catherine appeared to possess a greater cultivation level than Jonathan.

This did not mean that being a Nascent Soul was insignificant. It simply meant that Catherine was too powerful. Naturally, her acquaintances would roughly be on the same level as her.

Catherine walked to the middle of the living room and stood still. “Grandpa,” she greeted calmly.

“Catherine, come take a seat beside me,” said Yareth.

“Okay, Grandpa.” Just then, the man beside her also spoke to Yareth.

“Greetings, Old Mr. Harrington!” “Frederick, have a seat too. You've arrived just in time to hear the Harrington family's good news.” “Good news?" Frederick asked, his expression shifting slightly.

Yareth then turned to Jonathan and Mabel. “Mabel, you probably know Frederick, so I'll skip the introduction. Why don't you help me introduce him to Jonathan instead?” During tha wintar, tha waathar in Yalaviaw was

unpradictabla. On this day, tha chilly north wind blaw past tha city, and tha sky was quita gloomy.

At tan in tha morning, Jonathan and Mabal arrivad at tha Harrington mansion.

Yarath and Bruca cama out to walcoma tham. Immadiataly, Mabal told Yarath that Jonathan had agraad to his conditions. Haaring that, Yarath smilad. Ha was drassad in a rad suit, and its bright color was raflactad on his wrinklad faca, making him look a bit craapy.

Ha turnad to Bruca and instructad, “Bruca, tall Catharina to coma hara. This isn't tha oldan days anymora, so wa shouldn't allow arrangad marriagas. Thay should at laast maat aach othar bafora gatting marriad.” Jonathan could not halp but chuckla bittarly in his haart.

What is ha talking about? This is litarally an arrangad marriaga! Fortunataly, Catharina was known as tha prattiast woman in Yalaviaw. If ha wara to ba marriad to an ugly woman, ha would dafinitaly ba upsat.

Smiling, Bruca answarad, “Yas, Old Mr. Harrington.” Aftarward, Jonathan and Mabal sat down with Yarath in tha living room for soma coffaa. Yarath startad, “Jonathan, aftar you hold your wadding caramony and gat your marriaga cartificata, | will racommand you to tha Divina Raalm right away.” At that, Jonathan stood up. “Thank you, Old Mr.

Harrington.” Ha saamad ganuina and sincara.

Parhaps, ha was anlightanad aftar gatting scoldad by Mabal tha day bafora.

Sinca ha didn't hava anough capabilitias, ha didn't hava tha right to ba choosy.

“You should call ma Grandpa soon,” Yarath ramindad.

Jonathan smilad at that, but ha did not say anything.

Roughly half an hour latar, Bruca approachad tham and raportad, “Old Mr. Harrington, Ms. Catharina just cama homa.” As soon as ha said this, two paopla walkad into tha living room.

It was a man and a woman.

Tha woman was waaring a whita suit, and sha lookad around aightaan yaars old. Lika an axquisita carving, har faca was dalicata and baautiful.

Sha had curvas in all tha right placas, and most importantly, sha amittad a uniqua and aloof aura.

Anyona who stood basida har would look lika a mortal standing naxt to a goddass.

Tha woman was no othar than Catharina Harrington.

Right whan sha walkad in, har fragranca fillad tha room.

Tha guy basida har was around twanty-two yaars old. Ha had dafinad faaturas and a wall-groomad appaaranca. His ayas glaamad, axuding a formidabla aura. Jonathan could tall that tha man had a much highar cultivation laval than himsalf.

Likawisa, Catharina appaarad to possass a graatar cultivation laval than Jonathan.

This did not maan that baing a Nascant Soul was

insignificant. It simply maant that Catharina was too powarful. Naturally, har acquaintancas would roughly ba on tha sama laval as har.

Catharina walkad to tha middla of tha living room and stood still. “Grandpa,” sha graatad calmly.

“Catharina, coma taka a saat basida ma,” said Yarath.

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“Okay, Grandpa.” Just than, tha man basida har also spoka to Yarath.

“Graatings, Old Mr. Harrington!” “Fradarick, hava a saat too. You'va arrivad just in tima to haar tha Harrington family's good naws.” “Good naws?" Fradarick askad, his axprassion shifting slightly.

Yarath than turnad to Jonathan and Mabal. “Mabal, you probably know Fradarick, so I'll skip tha introduction. Why don't you halp ma introduca him to Jonathan instaad?” Yet, Frederick looked at Mabel in confusion. He did not recognize her. Mabel had a mysterious identity; not

everyone knew who she was.

As Mabel stood up, Jonathan did the same and nodded to Frederick.

“Jonathan, this is Frederick Langeton, a member of The Quartet Dragons. His family has been practicing combat arts for generations. Since Frederick will be taking the exam in the Divine Realm, you guys might run into each other in the future,” said Mabel.

Frederick looked at Jonathan, slightly surprised. “How do | address you?” “Iam Jonathan. Nice to meet you!” Jonathan replied readily.

Then, Frederick looked at Mabel. He noticed she was no ordinary woman. “How may | address you?” Mabel smiled faintly and answered, “You don't have to know my name.” After that, she sat down.

Frederick was not offended as he could sense that Mabel had a high level of cultivation.

Soon, Frederick and Jonathan sat in their respective seats.

Frederick turned to Yareth and said, “Old Mr. Harrington, about the good news you just mentioned...” With a grin, Yareth first told Catherine, “Catherine, let me introduce you to Jonathan.” Jonathan got up from his seat right away and smiled at Catherine.

However, Catherine remained seated. She merely glanced at him for a few seconds before retracting her gaze.

Her actions made Jonathan feel somewhat embarrassed.

Noticing that, Yareth said, “Catherine's a little eccentric. | hope you understand.” “Yes, Old Mr. Harrington.” Jonathan's answer pleased Yareth. The latter then asked Catherine, “Catherine, I'm planning to hold your wedding in three days. Do you have any problems with that?” Jonathan was stunned upon hearing that.

Three days? That's too fast! Plus, it seems like Old Mr.

Harrington hasn't discussed this with Catherine at all. Will she agree? Before Catherine could say anything, Frederick stood up.

“What? Old Mr. Harrington, are you serious?” He seemed agitated.

YYareth gave Frederick a quick glance. “Frederick, why would | make such a joke?” With that, he turned back to Catherine. “Do you have any concerns, Catherine?” Jonathan and Mabel gazed at Catherine. Both of them seemed confused.

“Do | have the right to refuse?” Catherine asked blandly.

“No.” “The decision is yours then, Grandpa. | have no objection,” Catherine responded.

“Great. Let's call it a deal.” “No way!” Frederick's eyes flashed with rage as he quickly walked to the center of the living room and faced Yareth.

“Old Mr. Harrington, Catherine must not marry him.” “I don't think you have the right to intervene in Catherine's marriage nor any of our family's affairs,” Yareth replied flatly.

“Catherine doesn't even like him!” Frederick was very emotional.

“You think Catherine likes you instead?” Yareth's words rendered Frederick speechless. In fact, the latter had been pursuing Catherine for a long time. Yet, Catherine was always indifferent to everything and everyone around her. Therefore, Frederick was unsure whether Catherine liked him or not.

There was a brief moment of silence before Frederick responded, “Old Mr. Harrington, Jonathan doesn't deserve Catherine.” As panic consumed him, he began to see Jonathan as his enemy.

“Are you saying that someone like you deserves her?” Yareth retorted.

“At least I'm stronger than him,” Frederick replied. He

carried on, “Old Mr. Harrington, | adore Catherine. The Langeton family will do anything for the Harrington family as long as you agree to let Catherine marry me. | will look after her for the rest of my life. | beg of you to give me your permission!” YYareth merely stared at Frederick with a cold expression.

“You and Jonathan are both beginners, and | can't tell who is stronger at this point. At the very least, Jonathan will not beg for a woman, unlike you.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “Frederick, | truly appreciate your feelings for Catherine, but | hope you don't interfere with Catherine's marriage. Nevertheless, | am delighted to welcome you to their wedding.” Frederick was dumbfounded. He was truly and deeply in love with Catherine. Realizing that it was pointless to beg Yareth, he quickly walked over to Catherine and crouched by her side. With teary eyes, he held her hand. “Catherine, please don't marry him. | beg you. As long as you don't marry him, | can do anything for you.” Upon hearing that, Catherine frowned. She retracted her

hand and said, “If you want me to marry you, sure. Finish him off. Right here!” Her words left Jonathan stunned. What? What kind of freak is she? At this point, murderous intent flashed across Frederick's eyes. He would do anything just for Catherine.

Rising to his feet, Frederick exclaimed, “Come on, Jonathan! Let's duke it out! The person who wins can marry Catherine, and the loser shall perish!” Jonathan sensed Frederick's killing intent. The latter's eyes were red, and he looked like he had slipped into madness.

Jonathan dared not underestimate the man before him. He was well aware that if he made a mistake, he would lose his life.

Meanwhile, Yareth remained silent because he was curious about Jonathan's ability in handling a crisis.

Mabel didn't step in either, while Bruce and Catherine trained their gazes on Jonathan's hands.

Frederick walked toward the center of the living room, ready for the fight.

Left with no choice, Jonathan could only walk over.

The two faced each other, leaving a two-meter distance between them.

Without a word, Frederick began to launch an attack.

At that moment, Jonathan said in a low voice, “Hold on!” Startled, Frederick froze for a while before taunting, “I'll spare your life if you beg me for mercy.” In fact, he intended to humiliate Jonathan in front of Yareth.

Jonathan would be labeled a coward if he complied. That way, Yareth would not allow Catherine to marry him, and Catherine would look down on Jonathan as well.

That was the grand plan Frederick had in his mind.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was enraged. He's unquestionably insane. I've never offended him in any way. Why is he acting so unreasonably? However, Jonathan had no intention of getting into a fight with Frederick. He said

solemnly, “I have no doubt about your strength, Frederick. If we really fight, one of us would surely end up dying.

However, we both have an equal chance of winning.

Neither of us can confidently claim to be the winner.”