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?

you attacking him?” Emmett raged when he

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

mercenaries exchanged glances with

to stab him,

triangular bayonet!” Staring at the men with a frosty gaze, Jonathan took one step forward and launched a kick at the third man in the abdomen. Then he snatched the

Pfft!

blood spewed in

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

the proper way of wielding a bayonet!” As Jonathan pulled the weapon out of the deceased’s chest, he glared at the rest of them. “It baffles me how you guys could survive overseas for so long

at the group. In a split second, he

to gush out from his

right hand, causing the latter to collapse onto

the loud crack of fractured bones rang out, Jonathan twisted his blade to further damage his victim’s

extremely efficient, ruthless,

prey? Evidently, he

“Kill him!”

Jonathan anymore. Without a moment’s hesitation, they

they couldn’t beat him in close combat, they had to

they loaded their weapons in unison and aimed the gun barrels

fight! Aren’t you great at fighting? Continue fighting then!” Having his gun trained at Jonathan, one mercenary

gun pointed at my head?” Staring down at the black barrel of the gun, Jonathan showed no fear at all. Instead, he sneered, “How dare you pull one out

aimed at him, Jonathan darted ahead, grabbed the mercenary’s wrist, and broke it. Before the man could yell in agony, Jonathan had seized his weapon from him in

pointed the weapon at the

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