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?

him?” Emmett raged

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

by their boss, the mercenaries exchanged glances with each other before thrusting their bayonets

to stab him, he

took one step forward and launched a kick at the third man in the

Pfft!

blood spewed in every

before he had the opportunity to cry out

weapon out of the deceased’s chest, he glared at the rest of them. “It

charged at the group. In a split second, he had pierced another mercenary in the chest with his

to gush out from

then shoved his latest victim with his right hand, causing the latter to collapse onto the ground. The next moment,

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

extremely efficient, ruthless,

is he a prey? Evidently, he is a

“Kill him!”

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

couldn’t beat him in close combat, they

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

Having his gun trained at Jonathan, one mercenary mocked, “So what if you’re an expert at hand-to-hand combat? Do you think you can beat a

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

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

the weapon at the latter’s