Chapter 32 The Sense of Competition

The open field south of the White Gate.
When it’s almost noon.
The sun is shining brightly, and the doors are shut, as is everyone’s eyes.
The fume hood reeked of stale sweat and was currently filled with grunts.
“Ugh…… shit…… I can’t feel my whole body right now.”
“Ugh…… this is going to really…… suck…….”
“Off…… I can’t…… hold out much longer…….”
“I…… it’s almost noon, when will…… the door master come?”
Currently, the martial artist is in the third position of the whole body twisting division, frowning arrogantly.
Limbs shaking with the effort.
My stamina was depleted early.
The training process itself was grueling, with many all-nighters, and I was surviving solely on my mental strength.
One.
Even that is now the limit.
I know that this hellish training won’t be over until the Iron Curtain returns, but I can’t help but feel the urge to give up.
The front row of the Coordination Theater has been called out.
“Uh huh, who’s not struggling here right now? Don’t be a dick!”
His posture was quite steady for a man of his color.
Sure, my hands and feet were shaking from the all-nighter, but it wasn’t noticeable compared to others.
The same goes for Guoyangtian, Guoyangji, and Guoyangyin in the same column.
All three of them were doing a pretty good job of maintaining their difficult postures, even though their naturally gaunt faces had become almost grotesque.
If nothing else, the physical strength of the three of them is the only thing that makes them better than a team.
The three brothers raised their voices to boost morale.
“Hard work pays off, and you’ll be able to grow faster once you get through this!”
“There is only one way to repay the Iron Gate Lord’s great favor and trust: bloody hard work!”
“Yeah, you know what they say, blood is thicker than water!”
There’s a silly comment at the end, but the mundos didn’t have time to sleep on it.
Ip Hwan on the podium clapped his hands in encouragement.
“Come on, come on, I’m about to blow the whistle, so be a little stronger, your master will be proud to see you!”
His throat was hoarse from all the whistling he’d been doing.
But his face was as bright as ever.
To be honest, I expected to see a few people give up during the morning, but it was gratifying to see one person stick it out.
Next.
Beep-!
As the whistle blared cheerfully, Gyomukguk and the other hundred or so people finished the last of the full-body twists without saying how many times.
“Whew, that’s a lot of work. Let’s all take a moment to get comfortable.”
As soon as Ip Man finished speaking, everyone lay down on the floor of the training center and stretched their bodies.
Then.
Tut, tut, tut……
All eleven laborers approached with slumped shoulders and languid gait.
Ik Hwan shook his head as they approached the dais.
“No, what’s wrong with you guys?”
The eyes of all the workers, including the messenger, were as dead as the doors.
For some reason, it looks like it will just fall over if you run your finger over it.
The messenger replied with half-closed eyes.
“Everyone was fired up and burning bright.”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
“We’ve been working through the night to make sure we’re recognized by the owner, too. We’ve cleaned up the back barn, fixed the north fence, and even the corral fence.”
“Huh, that’s great.”
“I may have come from a bandit background, but my passion is greater than anyone else’s, and I’ve worked with grit to prove it.”
“At least I didn’t have to stay up all night…….”
“What? Hmm, does that mean we did something wrong?”
“Oh…… that’s not true. You deserve a pat on the back.”
“Oh, thank you.”
The messenger greeted him with sleepy eyes, and then his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
In one fell swoop, the ten laborers behind him fell to the floor.
Seeing this, Ip-Hwan stood up with a merciful glance.
“I’ll speak to you privately when you arrive. Tell him that the laborers are all very tired from finishing up various tasks, and that it would be best if he took a day or two off.”
Meanwhile, the mundos stretched out on the stage could barely lift a finger.
You and I both dozed off with nothing to do.
And just like that, everyone’s eyelids fluttered shut.
kung…… kung…… kung…… kung……
A faint vibration is detected from the ground against your back.
It feels like something is pounding the ground nonstop.
Kook, kook, kook……
Soon, the vibrations became more intense and everyone dozed off.
“Huh?
The epicenter is right outside the White House gates.
A series of vibrations, followed by a heavy noise, pierced everyone’s eardrums.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
“Oh, that’s……!”
“The Lord of the Moon has come!”
“Finally!”
The jubilant Mundos leapt to their feet and stared at the front door, not sure who was first.
The eleven Zilsera workers also stood up quickly and turned their heads.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-!
Noise, even closer.
The sound of pounding hooves is a welcome sound.
By the way.
“Huh?
The direction of the noise was odd.
Not the front door, but…… the fence to the right of it?
The faces of all the grimy laborers turned white.
“Ugh!”
“Oh, no!”
When an ominous premonition flashed through your mind.
Quack-!
A gust of fresh wind blew through the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Yes, it works.
Why not?
Xin Feng snorted and puffed out his throat as if to ignore the workers.
“Hey, that crazy thing again…….”
“Alas, I’m screwed…….”
“Seaboo…… Rual…….”
The workers fainted from exhaustion and Chapter reached the top of their heads.
A few of them were so cylindrical that they were even gagging.
The lioness clicked her tongue at them.
“Tsk, tsk, weakling. A broken fence like that can be repaired with one more night.”
The iron trace on Xin Feng’s back came up to him and said.
“Go wipe your nose and mope around.”
“Yes?”
The messenger quickly wiped his nose with his cuff.
“Phew! Blood…… blood!”
He let out a startled yelp and rolled his eyes.
Shake.
The cadres and mundos gathered around him stared at him with blank expressions.
“What, did he faint because he was afraid of his own blood?”
“I’ve heard that there is such a thing as blood phobia…….”
“No, how did he make a living as a bandit?”
Chulhuen sighed expressionlessly.
“I’m going to go.”
Then he climbed down from the horse’s back and untied the thick rope that bound Ye Yunlang’s body.
“Ugh…… now I’m going to live!
Ye Yunlang managed to stand upright with both feet on the ground and calmed the churning in his stomach.
All in the moment.
“Huh?
As soon as I saw the rugged Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi, and Gu Yangyin, I couldn’t help but stumble backward.
“Humph, there’s some Sectarian wickedness in the midst of the Zheng Sect……!”
Ye Yunlang’s surprised cry caused the three Guyang brothers to jump inwardly.
“Who are you to call me a wicked man, the head of the gate!
One of the Mundos stifled a laugh and said.
“Oh, that’s……, those three are the lead on this inquiry.”
Ye Yunlang then noticed the mountain patterns embroidered on the robes worn by the three Guyang brothers.
‘Mmm, right. They’re the bridgeheads of the White House checkpoint…….’
Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi, and Gu Yangyin formally introduced themselves.
“I am the Swordsman of Swinging Passion, I am Gu Yangtian.”
“It’s a pagan headquarters, a censor of crying endeavors.”
“The swordsman of restraint and discipline, the three-headed cultivator.”
He snorted, as if the iron streaks weren’t there.
“Flailing, crying, binding, trinitarian crowned nations.”
Then Gu Yangtian let out a big laugh.
“Giggle, that’s pretty good, isn’t it? All three of them don’t have a good asterisk yet, so I gave it a try.”
Mundo and the others shook their heads in disbelief.
Why shame is ours.
That’s when Gu Yangji asked a question.
“Lord of the door, is the elderly man at …… the one who will be the guest of honor at this door?”
This time, Ye Woon-rang is freaking out.
“Who’s the old man, he’s not immortal!
It’s not something that happens once or twice, but I can’t help but get Chapter every time I hear it.
“Thirty-three.”
The three brothers were dumbfounded by Chuliuhyeon’s words.
“Yes?”
“I’m the same age as you.”
“……!”
Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi, and Gu Yangyin looked speechless for a moment.
Of course, the rest of the people standing around, including Ip Hwan and Gyomukgak, didn’t react any differently.
Who shouts low and short.
“Chu, shock and awe!”
Ye Yunlang’s heart sank once again.
“Shut up, what a shock and awe!
The three Guyang brothers whispered to each other like they were pouring oil on a house on fire.
“He’s going to look like he’s going to be over forty by the time he’s done.”
“Huh, how did I get to that point, did I take the wrong medication as a kid?”
“Can’t you tell? It’s in the blood, and it won’t change until you die…… That’s too bad.”
Damn you, I hear you!
Ye Yunlang opened her mouth to speak, struggling to suppress the boiling in her stomach.
“Curmudgeon, Curmudgeon…… I formally greet you, I am Ye Yunlang, a wanderer from Nangyin, who became one of the first diners here after connecting with the Iron Gate Master.”
When the Mundos heard the statement, they stared at Ye Yunlang’s face, just as Chu Liuhui had done.
The name is beautiful and cool.
The problem is that the face makes it feel too alien.
Gu Yangtian soon muttered with an awkward smile.
“Well, yeah…… what’s wrong with the name, what’s wrong with that face.”
Jilsera Ye Yunlang silently retorted.
“Let’s just do a goblin face.”
Reflexively, Gu Yangtian, Gu Yangzi, and Gu Yangyin’s thick eyebrows twitched.
“Is the diner talking back to……?”
And just like that, invisible sparks flew between them.
It’s a sense of competition.
To each his own…….
It’s just an acorn key replay to anyone else anyway.
Soon, after the introduction of Ip Hwan and Kyo Moo Gak, Chul Ryu Hyeon made a nonchalant sound with his chin.
“The martial prowess of the Elder is not inferior to that of the Elder and the Chancellor, so he will be a great addition to the power of this Gate.”
At the same time, gasps escaped the mouths of the Mundos.
“Wow……!”
Suddenly, Chulryuhyeon’s words from yesterday popped into my head.
-There’s a guy I locked up somewhere the other day, and I’m going to go check on him. He’s not too weak, so he’s probably not dead yet.
I don’t know the full story of how they got together, but I figured they’d be good enough to use, so I didn’t expect much.
Something.
If your martial arts skills are comparable to those of Ip Man and Gyomukguk, which have evolved through Chilgi Jowon and Ogi Jowon, you’ve literally hit the jackpot.
Ye Yunlang chimed in, somewhat embarrassed.
“I’ll do my best to make sure I don’t get criticized for not being able to pay the bills.”
The Mundo members applauded and cheered him on, each with a look of anticipation on their faces.
At that moment, Chul Ryuhyeon stepped forward and commanded.
“Okay, everyone, clean up and stand by until lunch. The Elders and the Chief will follow me.”
“Yes, sir, but what is it?”
“Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”
As Ip-Hwan and Gyomu-gak walked behind him, Chul Ryu-Heon asked, “What is it?” without turning his head.
“I’m about to pull out my copy of The Great White Sword. Well, you gotta share the good stuff. Right?”
The two English-speaking men narrowed their eyes.
Split evenly? What does that mean?