Scott Kwon tried one more coordinated attack with Ivan Park.
"One more time! Let's finish this!"
"Yeah! Together!"
Seongji caught Scott's punch and Ivan's kick simultaneously. He twisted both men off balance and slammed them together.
"SHIT!"
"FUCK!"
They fell in opposite directions and didn't get up.
More Workers were climbing over their fallen companions to get inside.
"Keep coming! Don't give up!"
"Someone get that briefcase!"
"He can't fight forever!"
Three more unnamed Workers tried to rush him together.
"GET HIM!"
"NOW!"
Seongji's fist caught the first in the throat and the man dropped clutching his neck.
"Kugh... guh... can't... breathe..."
He grabbed the second by the shirt and threw him over his hip into the third.
"AHHH! FUCK!"
Both went down hard.
Seth Lee came at him swinging with heavy fists.
"Let me test your strength! I'll crush you!"
Seongji walked through the punches and grabbed Seth by the throat with one hand. He lifted Seth onto his toes and slammed him against the wall. The plaster cracked behind Seth's back.
"GAHH... can't... breathe..."
Seongji held him there for a moment before releasing him. Seth slumped to the floor and wheezed.
Four Workers rushed in together.
"Don't hesitate!"
"Attack! ATTACK!"
"Where did someone this strong come from?!"
Seongji met them head-on. His fist drove through the first man's guard and caught him square in the chest. The man flew backward and crashed into the wall hard enough to leave a dent in the drywall.
"Holy shit!"
"He's a monster!"
Seongji grabbed the second by the collar and threw him into the third.
"FUCK! We're going down!"
Both went down in a heap. The fourth hesitated.
"Maybe I should—"
Seongji's kick caught him in the ribs.
"OOOFFF!"
The man folded and hit the ground.
Jin Jang rushed from the back.
"Damn it! If I knew I had to face such a monster I wouldn't have come in the first place!"
Before he could even reach Seongji, Seongji turned back and smashed his face with a punch that broke all his teeth.
"AHHHHHH! BY TEEF! BY FUCKING TEEF! DEY'RE ALL GONE!"
More Workers poured in from the stairs.
"He's still standing!"
"How is he still standing?!"
"Just keep attacking!"
Seongji moved through them methodically. His fists and feet found their marks with brutal efficiency. He grabbed one by the arm and swung him into two others.
"SHIT!"
"FUCK!"
All three crashed into the furniture. Another tried to tackle him low.
"I'll get your legs!"
Seongji brought his knee up into the man's face. Blood sprayed and the man went limp.
"Ughhh..."
Huseong Ha stepped through the gap with his fists wrapped and his stance wide. He threw a knee strike.
"Doesn't matter how strong you're, you're a human after all!"
Seongji caught the knee with both hands and pushed upward. Huseong Ha lost his balance and hopped backward on one leg.
"Shit! Shit! I'm falling!"
Seongji closed the distance and grabbed him by the shoulders. His fingers dug deep into the muscle and Huseong Ha's face twisted in pain.
"GAHH! WHAT THE HELL! YOUR GRIP!"
Seongji pulled him down into a headbutt that split Huseong Ha's eyebrow open. Blood poured down his face as he stumbled back.
"I can't... see... there's blood everywhere!"
Taegon Wi swung his nanchaku in a wide arc from the left. The nanchaku whistled through the air toward Seongji's head.
"Haha! You're worthy!"
Seongji raised his arm and caught the nanchaku mid-swing. His hand closed around the wood. He yanked hard and Taegon stumbled forward.
"What the—"
Seongji's elbow met Taegon's nose with a wet crunch. Blood sprayed across the floor as Taegon dropped to his knees and clutched his face.
Dosu Lee came from behind with a wooden baton aimed at Seongji's head.
"You will finally taste my weapon!"
Seongji turned and caught the baton under his arm. He twisted and Dosu Lee spun in the air before crashing onto his back.
"AHHHHH! I'M FLYING!"
The impact knocked the wind out of him and he lay gasping.
"Can't... breathe... what just happened..."
Changyong Ji rushed in with his head lowered for a headbutt.
"Once this lands, it's all over!"
Seongji sidestepped and grabbed the back of Changyong's neck. He redirected the momentum and slammed Changyong's face into his rising knee.
"DAMN! MY JAW!"
Changyong's head snapped back and he crumpled to the floor.
Hwang Ho came at him with a flurry of precise strikes.
"Block this!"
Seongji blocked the first three hits with his forearms and then caught Hwang Ho's wrist on the fourth. He pulled Hwang Ho off balance and drove his knee into Hwang Ho's stomach.
"OOOFFF! WHAT THE—"
The air rushed out of him in a harsh gasp. Seongji released his wrist and delivered a short punch to Hwang Ho's jaw that spun him around. Hwang Ho dropped and didn't get up.
Sato Kazuma rushed in from the right. He threw his weight forward with an open palm thrust.
"KRRROOUUGH!"
Seongji dropped low and grabbed Sato's extended arm with both hands. His twelve fingers locked around the forearm like a vice.
"What is this grip?! I can't move!"
Sato tried to pull back but Seongji twisted sharply and swept Sato's front leg. The former sumo wrestler crashed face-first into the floor with enough force to crack the tile.
"GAHHHHH!"
Seongji's foot came down on Sato's back and drove the air from his lungs in a harsh wheeze.
Kenta Magami stepped forward with his stance low and compact. His hands came up in a tight guard as he closed the distance between them.
"TASTE MY FIST! IT'S MEANT FOR THE STRONGEST ONLY!"
Seongji watched him approach without moving. Kenta's fist shot out in a straight punch aimed at Seongji's midsection.
Seongji shifted his weight and caught Kenta's wrist with his left hand. His fingers wrapped around the joint with such force that the bones ground together audibly.
"If this is the fist you have prepared for the strongest, then the strongest you know isn't strong enough."
Kenta's eyes widened and his mouth opened in a silent gasp.
Seongji pulled him forward and drove his right palm into Kenta's chest. The impact lifted Kenta off his feet and sent him crashing through two unnamed Workers behind him.
"FUCK! WHAT POWER!"
"MOVE! HE'S COMING THROUGH!"
All three collapsed in a heap against the wall.
Kenta Magami pushed himself up from the wreckage and charged again despite the broken wrist. His face was twisted in determination.
"If it's not enough, then I will try again. And I will keep trying till the end of time!"
Seongji caught him with a straight punch to the sternum that stopped him cold.
"For now, you should rest."
"Guh... I... I can still..."
Kenta gasped and collapsed forward onto his hands and knees.
Sato Kazuma struggled to his feet with blood running from his nose and mouth.
"I'm not... done... yet..."
He tried one more palm thrust but his movements were sluggish. Seongji sidestepped and grabbed Sato's arm with both hands. He pulled Sato forward and drove his shoulder into Sato's chest.
"GAHHHH!"
The impact sent Sato stumbling backward. He tripped over fallen Workers and went down hard.
"Fuck... I can't... get up..."
Taegon Wi had retrieved his nanchaku and swung it desperately.
"One more shot! Just one more!"
Seongji caught the weapon again and yanked Taegon forward. His fist met Taegon's temple and Taegon's eyes rolled back.
"Every... thing's... spinning..."
He dropped like a puppet with cut strings.
Hwang Ho tried to stand but his legs wouldn't support him.
"My legs... they won't... work..."
He fell back against the wall and slid down.
Huseong Ha wiped blood from his eyes and threw a desperate elbow.
"I can't believe you can defeat all of us! You're a human only!"
Seongji blocked it with his forearm and grabbed Huseong's neck. He squeezed until Huseong's eyes went unfocused and then released him.
"Guh... everything's... going dark..."
Huseong slumped unconscious.
Changyong Ji crawled toward the door with his nose clearly broken.
"Fuck this... Why does... happen again and again..."
Dosu Lee lay on his back and stared at the ceiling while clutching his ribs.
"Every breath... hurts... so much..."
Scott Kwon and Ivan Park didn't get up from where they had fallen.
"Can't... move..."
"Everything... hurts..."
Hope Park tried to rise but his broken ribs made every breath agony.
"Shit... I think... something's broken inside..."
He stayed down and pressed his hands to his sides.
Dominic Min cradled his twisted wrist and backed away toward the stairs.
"Fuck this job! Fuck Workers! I'm done!"
Seth Lee remained slumped against the cracked wall.
"Can't... breathe... properly..."
Matt Kang lay face-down in a pool of his own blood.
"My nose... My poor nose..."
Jin Jang lay on the floor with his eyes widened in fear.
"Monster... he's a fucking monster..."