Chapter - 423 Episode 423. If you're late, you'll die. (3)



The last thing I want to see.



"Scream!"



Chung-Myung, who gulped down his drink, lowered the bottle with a loud exclamation and rubbed it around his mouth with his sleeve. Then he grinned at the direction in which his disciples ran out.



"Giggling."



Hye Yeon was looking at him with a sullen face. Since he is not Hwasan's disciple, he is not allowed to participate in the race, so he is forced to leave.



"Shizu."



"Huh?"



"Wouldn't it be a little dangerous?"



"What?"



Hye Yeon looked worried and looked toward Hwasan's disciples.



"When I saw the ghost Mundos going out a little while ago, they seemed to have a very high level of admiration.….”



"I suppose so. It's a ghost door.



Chung-Myung would not have joined them if he had not been skilled in the first place.



"That's enough.’



"But do you really need to compete like this?"



"What do you know?"



Chung-Myung caught a glimpse of Ojang Song, the elder of the ghost gate, and Dowon Chan, a low-profile figure standing next to him.



"……I need to get things straight for now."



"Did you say arrange?"



"No, nothing."



He shrugged and drunk again.



Hye Yeon didn't seem relieved at all.



"I'm a little nervous.….”



Then Chung-Myung smiled and looked at him.



"Yo, Ddangjung is worried these days.”



“…….”



"Why are you training for?"



Chung-Myung's face did not look relaxed and looked very seductive.



If you're a former Hwasan disciple who didn't get the proper experience, now they're learning how to do it.



"Gonggong is the most intuitive thing. As much as you work hard, you'll get results. And as far as I know, no one has rolled harder than our death penalty.”



"……who knows that…….”



"Huh?"



"No……."



Hye Yeon shook her head weakly.



'It's actually a lot of trouble.'



Now Hye Yeon knew most of the Hwasan disciples' skills. No, to be exact, none of the non-Hwasan outsiders would know more about them than Hye Yeon.



In his view, Baek Cheon and his party's performance has already surpassed the post-index level. If they were taken to Shaolin, there would be no one to cope with the same distribution. Except for Hye Yeon.



No matter how well a ghost moon is, it won't be easy to beat his disciples.



"Come to think of it, it's going to be an easy game.”



"Easier match?"



But this time, Chung-Myung significantly rolled up the corners of his mouth.



"Well, I hope so."



"What?"



"Anyway, if you're late, you're dead.”







His eyes twinkled as if they were in front of an interesting object.



Anxiety began to appear on Hye Yeon's face when she saw it.



"Eh-cha!"



Jo-Gol hit the ground hard.



Once he pushed the ground, his body stretched forward several sheets. In a moment, he pushed forward the most.



"Hahahaha!"



I couldn't help but burst into laughter.



I'm about to fly away after I took off the d*mn piece of metal!’



This freshness!



All the way from Seomseo to Guijou, I wore a piece of metal made of the d*mn rock or something. Even if you come bare-body, you'll break your leg, but you've got ten times heavier things on your arms and legs than ordinary iron, so how much pain would it have been?After I took off the lump of metal, I felt so light that I couldn't control myself. He also gained confidence.



Whether your opponent is a ghost gate or whatever, you can win as much as you want now.



Whoosh!



The foot on the ground was full of energy.



'Definitely!'



The force that goes into the legs was quite different from usual to see if it had the effect of overworking the body while coming here.



'The training that son of a b*tc* is definitely working.’



I hate to admit it, but!



So anyway, we're gonna win this game...….



"Oh, that's pretty fast.”



Jo-Gol's head turned when he heard a voice right next to him.



'No...?'



Now he was advancing at a tremendous rate. I'm surprised that I can run this fast. However, the person next to him now seemed relaxed as if this speed was nothing.



It sticks at this rate?’



At the moment Jo-Gol's face was a bit of aghast, the pupil of the ghost gate was smitten.



"You're a great disciple, aren't you?" You don't seem to be neglecting your training.”



Jo-Gol's eyebrows wriggled slightly.



"But this bastard?"



It was obvious that he looked down at the attitude of the ghost questioner. This was the attitude that Jong-nam's student or other Goofile room students who met at the beginning of the Bimu competition frequently showed in the past.



At least they were convinced that they were better than Hawasan's disciples in terms of kyunggong.



Jo-Gol, who rose slightly, snapped.



"You're gonna get hurt if you're so confident."



"Whoa?"



The student of the ghost gate laughed at the funny joke.



"I like confidence, but I think I need to know one thing."



"Hm?"



"Do you know what road this is?"



Jo-Gol tilted his head. I don't know what this means.….



"It's the way we use it for training."



"What about it? What about it? You've played a lot, so you guys win?"



"No, no. I'm not saying that."



The student of the ghost gate shoots fast forward.



"Oh!"



"You'll know when you get through it!"



Jo-Gol's eyes widened at the swift movement.



"Walk!"



And behind him, Yoon-Jong ran at a tremendous speed.



"What are you doing?"



"Oh, no, he's...…!”



"There you go! Catch up for now! It's a pain to miss the lead!"



"Yes!"



The two rushed forward side by side. He pushed his history to the bridge and moved forward quickly without hesitation.



"Eurachaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa



"Stop there…!"



And at that moment.



Whoosh!



"Huh?"



I felt a strange sensation in my feet that I stepped on vigorously.



Jo-Gol's eyes, which had his head down reflexively, showed the floor turning flat.



"What, what!"



"Trap?"



Soon, the place where Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong took place was torn down. And their bodies began to plummet as they were.



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"



"No, crazy!"



He couldn't cope with the momentary loss of the floor because he thought of running with all his might.



Boom!



Whoosh!



The two men, who collided with the wall of the pit at the same speed as they were running, slid down.



Splash!



"Growl……."



The two, who fell into the water filled with water, barely regained consciousness and pulled their heads out of the water.



"Pooooooooooooooooooooooooh!



"Cough, hey, hey! Cough!"



Yoon-jong, who coughed his face red and spat out the water he had swallowed, shouted, muzzled with bewilderment.



"What's this? Why is there a trap on the road?"



"Well, yeah."



then



A cheeky voice was heard above the heads of the two men, who were about to rise up while grinding their teeth."Oh, one more word."



The student of the ghost gate, who jumped forward to see when he returned, was sticking his head out of the pit.



All smiles, he giggled and said.



"There are many other traps besides this, so be careful."



Even so, Jo-Gol's eyes, which were full of booze, sparkled.



"No, but is he really?"



"This is a gift."



Boom!



The advance of the student of the ghost gate shook the ground. It was a strong vibration that was more pronounced to the two people in the pit.



"……Huh?"



But what if you step on it so hard?



"Oh, no....”



Rumbling.



The walls of the pit, which had seemed close, began to collapse in unison. Mass of soil cascaded over Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong's heads.



Two frightened people shouted with their eyes wide open.



"Hey, you son of a b*tc*!"



"Oops!"



Rumbling!



The pit collapsed and filled the place where Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong were.



The student of the ghost gate, who was looking down at the neatly covered pit, smiled.



"I don't have any personal ill will, but we're going to lose.”



Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.



At the end of the remark, he flew forward without hesitation.



A little later.



Before I knew it, someone's hand popped out of the soil where the dust had subsided.



His hands, which had stammered a couple of times, stirred loudly and pushed the pile of dirt from side to side.



"Oops!"



"Yikes!"



Soon after, Yun-Jong and Jo-Gol, who became mudmen covered in water and soil, crawled out through the mud.



"Spit! Spit! Spit! Ahhhhhhhh!



"…Walk. Don't eat dirt."



With a face covered with mud, Jo-Gol blood stood in his eyes.



"The death penalty."



“…….”



"Let's kill them all.”



Yoon-Jong was no different.



"I agree with you this time."



The two people, who exchanged their eyes with each other, began to run wild as if they had promised.



"Kill me!"



"If you're caught, you're dead, man!"



If Hyun Jong had heard it, the two ran toward the mountain, constantly making a sound that would make them sick.



"Yuck! Yuck!"



At that time, Dang-Soso was also running forward sweating profusely. Even when she was out of breath, her eyes kept glancing to the side.



"Death, accident!"



"No."



"Please, two, leave it and go first...….”



"No."



Right next to Dang-Soso, Yoo-Esul was running with sharp eyes.



"No more, I can't run."



"You can do it.”



No matter how strong she is as a party girl, she has a strong basic stamina and is second to none, but it was based on Hawasan's ordinary students.



Her dance is no match for Hawsan Ogum yet. So how can she run at the same speed as them?



The problem was that Yoo-Esul was not a man of common sense.



I thought the death penalty would win if I ran moderately, but Yoo-Esul didn't fall right next to her from the start.



Eventually, after running at Yoo-Esul's pace with crying and eating mustard, Dang-Soso now felt the sky was yellow.



"Lord, you're going to die!”



"It's okay. You can do it.”



I'm not okay, I am!



Why do you say the accident is okay?



There was a hint of resentment on Dang-Soso's face.



At that time, Yoo-Esul looked forward and frowned.



The two ghost doors that ran in front of them began to show their backs.You caught up?’



No, not yet.



So they're slowing down over there. Why is that?



However, the person running in the front turned around. Yoo-Esul frowned at the faint smile around his mouth.



"Be careful!"



"What?"



Her hunch was not wrong. Those who were running in front kicked the trees around themselves.



Boom! Boom!



As soon as the powerful kick shook the tree, Yoo-Esul's head turned upward.



"SoSo!"



"What?"



Yoo-Esul pulled Dang-Soso hard. At the same time, he pulled out a sword around his waist.



Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love!



Something was pouring down from above the trees, which were so dense and poorly lit.



"Bamboo intestines?"



To be exact, it was more of a bamboo stick than a bamboo spear. Bamboo that doesn't kill because it doesn't cut the ends sharply.



However, for those who were running at this speed, it was threatening enough to call it a bamboo stick with no sharp end.



"Ta-da!"



Yoo-Esul's short, strong shout came out of his mouth.



Her sword cut through Ho Gong and cut down all the bamboo sticks that had been pouring over her head.



'Tis not worth a d*mn!'



Oh, my god!



But at that moment, a loud release broke out. Following the bamboo stick, big balls poured out this time.



"No use!"



Yoo-Esul's sword split the sky again. A shriek broke out in Dang-Soso's mouth.



"Argh! No! Accident!"



Yes?



What's not working?



Crunch! Crunch!



The sword had already been swung, and the balls that had been flying were cut in unison.



But at that moment.



Scoop! Scoop! Scoop!



The cut balls exploded, and something black spread out from side to side.



"What?"



Yoo-Esul's eyes grew like a firework.



"Net…?"



It was too late when I realized it.



Iron nets sticking out of the ball covered Yoo-Esul and Dang-Soso.



Whoosh! Whoosh!



One layer! Two layers! The net spilled one after another over the two men already tangled in the net.



"Screaming!"



Eventually, their feet got tangled and rolled downhill in a lump.



"Argh! Argh! My waist! Ugh!"



“…….”



Boom! Boom! Boom!



Two dried balls, like a round ball, stuck and bounced on the floor, and rolled again. Then, it was not until flat land that the speed was reduced.



"Ugh…….Ugh……. Lord, die…….”



“…….”



A weak hand limped off the net.



a flop



After barely taking off his net, Dang-Soso fell on the floor with a groan.



"……... those d*mn people...….”



She gritted her teeth and sighed deeply, and Yoo-Esul, who took off all the nets and threw them away, opened her mouth.



"So So."



"What?"



With his head lifted reflexively, Dang-Soso flinched and shrank.



Yoo-Esul, who had his hair tied in half torn and scattered, tore the string completely and threw it to the floor. Black hair flowed down like a ghost, and through it, a blue lining came out.



“…….”



It was a sight that even a person with the most courage was about to drop his heart.



Yoo-Esul chanted as if he were chewing his ears out.



"I'm going first."



"…Don't kill me."



"Think about it."



She held her sword with evil eyes. And ran forward like a ray of light.



“…….”



Left alone, Dang-Soso was unknowingly worried about the doordoors of the ghost gate.