The Legendary Man

Chapter 297 It Is Your Turn

“What are you lot waiting for? Attack!”

Emmett’s face darkened at his defiance.

“Yes!”

Upon his order, the burly men brandished the batons and bayonets they were holding and charged at Jonathan.

However, before they could strike, Jonathan had sprung into action. Stepping forward swiftly, he launched a punch at one mercenary who was at the front of the group.

The impact on his head caused the latter to black out and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Before the rest of the group could react, Jonathan swung his right arm and hit another man on the neck with his elbow.

A loud thump rumbled through the room.

Despite weighing almost two hundred pounds, the second man fell like a log from Jonathan’s assault.

After they saw what happened, alarm bells sounded in the other mercenaries’ mind as they approached him cautiously.

Being professional hired hands, they had fought many brutal battles and spilled the blood of countless men.

However, nothing prepared them to face a foe like Jonathan where they couldn’t counter-attack at all.

How is this possible?

there for? Why aren’t you attacking him?” Emmett raged when he saw the mercenaries recoiling in

you fail to take down one man? What’s the point of me paying you so much

exchanged glances with each other before

him,

launched a kick at the third man in the abdomen. Then he snatched the bayonet from his victim’s hand and plunged it into

Pfft!

spewed in every

his eyes, Jonathan’s victim dropped like a fly before he had

the deceased’s chest, he glared at the rest of them. “It baffles me

the group. In a split second, he

began to gush out from his

sight. He then shoved his latest victim with his right hand, causing the latter to collapse onto the ground. The next moment, he turned his bayonet around and thrust it into another enemy who

of fractured bones rang out, Jonathan twisted his blade to further damage

actions were extremely efficient, ruthless, and

Evidently, he is a killing

“Kill him!”

underestimate Jonathan anymore. Without a moment’s hesitation, they pulled out their guns and aimed

close combat, they had to resort to

click, they loaded their weapons in unison and aimed the gun barrels

on and fight! Aren’t you great at fighting? Continue fighting then!” Having his gun trained at Jonathan, one mercenary mocked, “So what if you’re an expert at

at my head?” Staring down at the black barrel of

the mercenary’s wrist, and broke it. Before the man could yell in agony, Jonathan had seized his weapon

weapon at

man a look, Jonathan pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the bullet left its chamber