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?

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

How can more than ten of you fail to take down one

with

him, he

a kick at the third man in the abdomen. Then he snatched

Pfft!

spewed in every

a fly before he had the opportunity

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 had pierced

to gush out from

the latter to collapse onto

bones rang out, Jonathan twisted

actions were extremely efficient,

he a prey? Evidently,

“Kill him!”

rest of the mercenaries didn’t dare underestimate Jonathan anymore. Without a moment’s hesitation, they pulled out their guns and aimed at

couldn’t beat him in close combat, they had

loud click, they loaded their weapons in

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

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

weapon at

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