Four of them moved, but Sungjun gave a kick to one's leg, a punch to one's chest, an elbow strike to one's abdomen, and a chop to the back of one's neck.
Russel's face flushed a violent red. "You bastard…" He stormed forward and flicked his wrist, and a whip uncoiled from a leather loop at his hip.
With a flick of a small button on his cuff, the whip came alive: sparks ran along its length. He then brandished the whip and struck the floor.
"You'll pay for that insolence!" Russel shouted.
He lashed out. The whip cut the air to strike him down, but Sungjun blankly stared at him.
"Electric whip. That's a nice weapon," he said softly under his breath.
As the whip time aimed at Sungjun's shoulder, the latter evaded with a simple side step.
The whip slammed against the wall behind him instead.
Without wasting a moment, he closed the distance. Reaching behind Russel, a single, precise punch landed squarely at his back.
