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?

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

to take down one man? What’s the point

the mercenaries exchanged glances with

stab him, he would

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

like a fly before

chest, he glared at the

at the group. In a split second, he had

began to gush out from his

collapse onto the ground. The next moment, he turned his bayonet around and thrust it into another enemy who was coming up from behind

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

actions were extremely efficient,

Evidently,

“Kill him!”

Jonathan anymore. Without a moment’s

combat, they

in unison and aimed

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 you can beat

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,

the mercenary’s wrist, and broke it. Before the man could yell in

the weapon at

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