Return of Mount Hua Sect

Because it is a volcano. (4)

"Turn it off..."

Every breath you exhale from your mouth blows dust away.

Jo-Gal couldn't even think of spitting out the dust that was rushing into his mouth, and he squirmed.

'Crazy.'

no strength in the body. He rolls so much that the sky turns yellow, and his consciousness flies away from moment to moment. If he's like this, will the others be stunned?

He lifted his head hard and looked around.

annihilation.

Not a single person was standing. No, it wasn't that they couldn't stand, they were all stretched out on the floor like corpses and panting. Only Yoon Jong is sitting with his buttocks on the floor and raising his upper body.

'execution.'

Respect welled up from Jo-Gul's heart.

In fact, in terms of his skills, Joe Girl is a little stronger than Yoon Jong. Jo Geol is definitely ahead of Yoon Jong in her sword-wielding talent and sense of victory.

However, at this moment, Jo-Gul deeply realized why Yoon-Jong was a great ambassador.

Jo Girl can hardly lift her finger, but Yoon Jong, who has practiced the same, does not lie down, but sits down and catches her breath. This is not a question of skill. It's a mental issue.

How could he not respect the death penalty for doing what he couldn't?

on the other side… … .

Jo-Gul's gaze turns to the other side.

"Ugh ㅆㅑㅤ! Eulacha! Ouch!

“……”

In Jo-Gul's eyes, he saw the figure of Cheong-Myeong repeating sitting and standing with sandbags three times his size. He repeats sitting and standing so quickly that you can almost see an afterimage.

"Hook! Hook! Hook! A! What's so light! Hey, the sandbags of those who have finished training are too much for me.... What? Why are you all lying down?"

'A monstrous bastard.'

Jogeul sharpened her teeth.

The amount of training they digested was enormous. Cheongmyeong must have been very determined a few days ago, and pushed the three great disciples to the point where it could not be compared with before. Thanks to you this is it

However, there is one reason why there is no objection. This is because Cheongmyung is digesting five times their amount right in front of their eyes.

A person with a sense of humor and a desire to win cannot complain in that situation. Even if you are full of dissatisfaction inside, don't you just keep your mouth shut even if you see other people's attention?

However, even after digesting that amount, Cheongmyung continued his training without showing any signs of difficulty.

"Ah, is the time already like this?"

Whoops!

He threw the sandbags he was carrying to the floor. Then he bites his tongue.

"No matter how much you do, it all spreads. Eying! Kids these days are weak. I wasn't like that back then."

'You're the youngest, man?'

Where is the youngest kid these days?

"Today's training will end here. All you have to do is eat and practice in the afternoon. Those who doze off or do other things during training will double their training tomorrow, so you know that."

'Devil!'

'The devil!'

'pup!'

I tried to curse at least in my heart, but no matter how clear I was, I had no talent for reading other people's minds. Unfortunately, that is.

"Then let's go. Organize your training tools."

As they watched Cheongmyeong walking towards the White House, the three great disciples sighed in unison.

meat.

meat is visible.

These days, the volcano is overflowing with money, so meat is coming out at every meal. Even seeing the first-time hostess coming and going to the restaurant, it seemed like they had hired a new person.

They were the three great disciples who turned their eyes on meat, but now, even after sitting at the table for a long time, no one touched the meat.

"……eat."

Yoonjong said weakly, but no one raised his chopsticks.

"...if I eat it, I feel like I'm going to vomit."

"I have no appetite."

"To see the meat, you get choked up. Is it time for me to die?"

Everyone couldn't even dare to put anything in their mouth.

"Metabolic."

"……Why?"

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

Jonghyun didn't answer anything. But that didn't end the filling.

“This is… No, so it’s good that we practice too. In fact, it’s true that we haven’t been concentrating on training since we climbed the volcano, and it’s better to get anything by training properly during that time than wasting time. I understand it's better."

"By the way?"

"But, this is too much practice. There are no holy places in the body."

It seemed that the other executioners felt the same way.

"...and then you die, death penalty."

"Before, I was able to hold out, but these days I feel like I'm going to die."

"When I enter the room, I fall asleep like a corpse. Every time I fall asleep, I get scared because I wonder if I'm going to die in my sleep."

"I can't lift my chopsticks. My hands are trembling."

Yoongi sighed.

"You have to tell me..."

"But why don't you pretend to listen when the death penalty speaks?"

"Isn't that a metabolite?"

Yoonjong frowned.

'But this is not wrong.'

In the past, when there were similar cases, Jo-Gul and Yoon-Jong took complaints and pressed them down. But right now, it's simply not something to deal with.

Yoon Jong was also reaching his limit.

If fatigue builds up while practicing, it is a corporation that does not interfere with the next training until the fatigue is relieved.

I feel like I am pushing my limits every day. At the very least, did Jong-Yun Yoon feel all the fear as he went to the morning practice?

Yoonjong glanced at Jo-Geul.

"Walk."

"Yes. Death penalty."

"What do you think?"

"Well……."

As Jo-Geul drooled, all eyes were focused on him. Among the three great disciples, Jo Gul is the second most powerful person after Yoon Jong and perhaps even more powerful than Yoon Jong.

"Honestly, it's a bit unreasonable."

"Yes?"

"My body can't stand it. The problem is that it's getting more intense day by day. I also welcome intense training, but it's too harsh."

"...Ummm."

"Steel gets harder the more you beat it, but the human body breaks when you hit it."

"Then what do you think you should do?"

"the problem is……."

Jogul rolls her eyes.

“That bird… no, there’s no way Qingming doesn’t know this.”

"Okay."

Yoonjong let out a moan.

He had the exact same idea. The training I'm doing right now makes no sense. However, it makes no sense to say that Chung Myung does not know that he is overtraining.

Because it's blue.

"For now, I think it would be better to hold on a little longer. If nothing changes after a little while, then we have to talk."

"I'll do that. Then I won't stand it first."

When the conversation between Jo-Gul and Yoon-Jong was over, everyone seemed to agree. First of all, it is important to hear that we will protest if this situation continues.

Whether the protest will work or not is another matter.

"Let's eat first. Even if you don't go in, forcefully push it in. You have to practice in the afternoon, too, but if you show weakness, Sasuk-jo will give you a warning."

"Okay."

"thank you for this food."

"Ugh."

Everyone picked up the chopsticks with weak hands. Seeing those pitiful faces, Jo-Geul clicked her tongue slightly.

"Shut up."

Jo-Gal struggled to head to the bed.

'I really think I'm going to die like this.'

It is convenient to wash Whether his whole body was covered in dust or not, he just wanted to rush to the bed and stretch out, but he wanted to praise himself for washing his clothes with a desperate will.

Thanks to this, the eyelids were full of muscle, and there was no strength left in the whole body. It's amazing that he can walk.

squeaky.

Jo Geul, who fell on the hard bed, let out a sigh.

'When I wake up from sleep, I practice again.'

In fact, Jo Geul was not dissatisfied with the training method of Qingming. He thought he could stand no matter how harsh it was. Because in the end, all those practices will make you stronger.

But lately I've been having some doubts.

Could it be that the body breaks down first? Will my body be able to sustain this practice?

But before the question deepens, Suma comes rushing in. Jo-Gal stopped thinking and gave herself to the sleep that came to pass.

"execution."

"...Ummm."

"The death penalty. Wake up. The death penalty."

"Well?"

Jo-Geul opened her eyes with difficulty. A human figure enters the blurred vision.

"who!"

A heavy hand presses down Jo-geol, who is about to get up.

"Don't make a fuss and wake up quietly."

"Cheongmyung?"

"hurry."

What else did this madman break into Jo-Girl's room to do tonight? How did you open the door again?

"...what's going on?"

Jo-Geul struggled to get up. I think I slept quite a bit, but my fatigue didn't go away. His body was so heavy that he felt annoyed.

At that moment, Qingming held out something to him.

"ruler."

Seeing the small pill placed on Cheongmyung's hand, Jo Geul frowned involuntarily.

"What is this?"

"Elixir."

"What?"

"Shhhh."

Jo Girl, who had made a loud noise without knowing it, bit his mouth tightly.

"I got this the hard way. I'm giving it to you because I'm the death penalty."

"Gee, is it a real elixir?"

“Did you only live by being deceived? Would you get a sense of smell just by smelling it?”

it's real

A little while ago, a clean scent was pricking Jo-Geul's nose. Nevertheless, the reason I questioned is because I can't believe this situation at all.

What is an elixir? It is a drug that enhances internal qi and purifies the body. In Kang-ho, even the rumor that there is a top-notch elixir somewhere is enough to cause blood clans and people to die.

Even if it's not that much of an elixir. If there is even a slight effect of increasing the strength, its value far exceeds that of the same amount of gold.

But what about giving that elixir to someone else?

"I haven't heard of poison."

"No, not like that!"

Jogul took a deep breath to scream.

"Why are you giving this to me? You could eat it?"

“Because I need the death penalty.”

“……”

"Eat quickly. Before anyone else knows. And it's an absolute secret that I gave you the elixir. It's only given to the death penalty."

"……you."

Joe Girl gasped and closed his mouth.

Can I really eat this?

If it was normal, he would have been worried about various things, but Jo-Gul, who was enduring extreme fatigue, could not roll his head as cleverly as usual. Besides, it seemed that the pill was really an elixir. As evidence of that, his tired body was reacting violently.

"Eat once. I will guide you."

"...can I really eat it?"

"Because I'm giving you the death penalty."

Cheongmyung bounced the pill in his hand. Before Joe could react anything, the pill that came into his mouth melted and ran down his esophagus.

He knew intuitively that this was a real elixir.

"The Doin will do it for you, but don't absorb it in a hurry. You can absorb it slowly over a period of at least a month."

"Oh, I see."

"Turn around. I'll do it from now on."

Jo Geul looked at Cheongmyeong with a slightly touched eye, then turned and crossed his body. Looking back at him, Qingming smiled wickedly.

'You have to give water to a thirsty person to be thankful.'

He was already curious about what kind of eyes the executioners will show at the training center tomorrow.

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