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?

aren’t you attacking him?” Emmett raged

of you fail to take down one man?

exchanged glances with each other

to stab him, he would definitely

a 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 every

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

of wielding a bayonet!” As Jonathan pulled the weapon out of the deceased’s chest, he glared at the rest of them. “It baffles

In a split

gush

latter to collapse onto the ground. The next moment, he turned his bayonet around and thrust it into another enemy who was

out, Jonathan twisted his blade to further

were extremely efficient,

he a prey? Evidently,

“Kill him!”

mercenaries didn’t dare underestimate Jonathan anymore. Without a

close combat,

in unison and aimed the gun barrels

Continue fighting then!” Having his gun trained at Jonathan, one mercenary mocked, “So what if you’re an expert at hand-to-hand combat? Do you

you know how much I hate to have a 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

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 latter’s

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