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

How can more than ten of you fail to take down one man? What’s

with each other before thrusting

him, he would

one step forward and launched a kick at the third man in the abdomen. Then he snatched the bayonet from his victim’s hand and

Pfft!

spewed

before he had

is 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

charged at the group. In a split second, he had

gush out from

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 was

the loud crack of fractured bones rang out, Jonathan twisted

extremely

prey? Evidently,

“Kill him!”

the mercenaries didn’t dare underestimate Jonathan anymore. Without a

in close combat, they had to resort

loud click, they loaded their weapons in unison and aimed the

his gun trained at Jonathan, one mercenary mocked, “So what if you’re an expert at

Staring down at the black barrel of the gun, Jonathan showed no fear at all. Instead,

the gun aimed at him, Jonathan darted ahead, grabbed the mercenary’s wrist, and broke it. Before the man could

the weapon at the

giving the man a look, Jonathan pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the