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

to take down one man? What’s

mercenaries exchanged glances with each other before thrusting

they managed to stab him, he would definitely be

how you use a triangular bayonet!” Staring at the men with a frosty gaze, Jonathan took one step forward and launched a kick at the

Pfft!

spewed

a fly before he

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

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

gush

sight. He then shoved his latest victim with his right hand, causing the latter to collapse onto the ground. The next moment, he turned his bayonet around and

Jonathan twisted his blade to further damage

actions were extremely efficient, ruthless,

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

couldn’t beat him in close combat,

loud click, they loaded their weapons in unison

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 you

at my head?” Staring down at the black barrel of the gun, Jonathan showed no fear at all. Instead, he sneered, “How

ahead, grabbed the mercenary’s wrist, and broke it. Before the man could yell in agony, Jonathan had seized his weapon from him in the blink of

the weapon at the latter’s