The Legendary Man

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?

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

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

the mercenaries exchanged glances with each

stab him,

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

Pfft!

spewed in every

like a fly before he had the

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

he finished, Jonathan charged at the group. In a split second, he had pierced another mercenary in

gush

right hand, causing the latter to collapse onto the ground. The next moment,

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

actions were extremely efficient, ruthless, and

is he a prey? Evidently, he is a killing

“Kill him!”

dare underestimate Jonathan anymore. Without a moment’s hesitation, they pulled

in close combat, they had

click, they loaded their weapons in

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 hand-to-hand combat? Do you think

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 in front

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

pointed the weapon at