The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 1446: Lighthouse

When Drax saw the old monk and young monk approaching, he mumbled, "Mysterious Asians. He's so old, yet he can still run so well… God damn it!"

Drax began to speed up as well. These three were the top three marathoners in England every year. They couldn't take the shame of being overtaken by an old man and a child.

At the same time, no one noticed that when everyone ran out of the city, someone had just left the starting point.

"All the best! Ace, all the best! You can do it! Didn't you say you were taking the first place? You can definitely do it! The doctor said that as long as you're willing to run and leave, there will be a miracle! Come on, all the best, lad!" A Caucasian man kept clapping and encouraging a little boy.

The boy's leg was not very agile. It was tied with a few supporting metal frames, making him run very slowly.

However, the little boy gritted his teeth and ran…

When the spectators saw this scene, they shouted, "All the best! Cutie!"

"You can do it! You can do it, child!"

"Good luck!"

"You are our pride, all the best!"

When the child heard everyone's shouts, he smiled shyly and limped forward with the man.

At that moment, an elderly, white-haired English man rushed into the track. He came to the boy's side and said, "Little guy, you can't possibly lose to an old man like me, right? Come on, let us see who's better!"

When the boy heard that, he mustered up his courage and shouted, "I'm definitely better!"

"Oh? Is that so? How much better?" the old man asked with a smile.

The little boy, Ace, yelled, "I'll be number one!"

When the old man heard that, he laughed even more happily. Then he shouted to the people around him, "Alright, lazy bums! Are you not as brave as a child? Come on, throw down your beer, throw down that damn brolly of yours, and join us! Run with us! Exercise to become healthier! It makes you happier!"

"You old bastard, it's such a waste of your talent for you to not deliver speeches. Alright, I'll join!" A black-skinned fatty threw away the Coke in his hand and moved closer.

"I'll give it a try too." An old woman joined in.

"Count me in." A pale Asian girl joined in.

"I'll come too!" A proud, queen-like Asian woman walked over as she took off her high heels. However, when she passed by a security guard, she lowered her head to look at his feet and asked, "What's your size?"

The man was stunned for a moment before his face turned red. He felt a little embarrassed to be asked such a question by a beautiful woman with a hot body. "I know my feet are a little small and it's not proportional to my body, but… I swear that the other parts are excellent!"

"Is that so? Then… how about I change shoes with you?" the beauty asked.

The man was taken aback before taking off his shoes happily. "Of course!"

The beauty took the shoes and did not mind. She put them on and tried it. "Not bad, thank you…"

With that said, the beautiful girl began to run with Ace in the marathon.

Not far away, a man with a camera chased after a woman. He shouted, "Jing Yan! Miss Jing, slow down. I'm carrying a camera! Also, we are on vacation now… Do you understand the word vacation?"

"Old Miao, you have to train well. Quickly follow me! We are reporters. There are no holidays!" Jing Yan waved her arms and exclaimed happily.

Helpless, Old Miao could only run after her. Thankfully, Ace was running very slowly so they quickly caught up to him.

Fangzheng did not know that two old acquaintances had participated in the race. There was also a child who was carrying a dream and running along.

At that moment, Fangzheng slowly overtook the three handsome men in the tenth percentile as they wore looks of despair!

"Grandpa, don't do this to us! Let us live," Drax shouted.

But all he saw was the back of Fangzheng's head!

What a joke. Fangzheng was so poor that he was about to starve to death. His goal was to earn money! Earn money! Earn more money!

Although his original plan was to take second place, he didn't know where second place was. Therefore, Fangzheng decided to run to the finishing line to take a look and confirm his location. Once the money was in the bag, he could consider giving in.

Seeing this, Bigg and Sambuc roared and used all their strength to run faster.

At that moment, the trio were no longer slowly running a marathon. They were nearly driven mad because of the two monks! They had forgotten everything about maintaining their stamina and other nonsense. They only had one thought. For their dignity, they had to charge forward!

However, no matter how hard they tried, they could only see the backs of the two monks slowly disappearing!

"Is he still human…" Bigg cried out.

Sambuc said, "After today, I'll be too embarrassed to tell others that I participated in this marathon…"

"Me too…"

As for the twentieth and thirtieth percentile that were far behind, they could no longer run any longer and dropped out… Along the way, the cursing of the bald monk sounded…

However, Fangzheng was unaware of this. At that moment, Red Boy asked with a conflicted look, "Master, we are running too fast. If we break the record, will we win attention? Also, do you know the exact route?"

Fangzheng was taken aback when he heard that. This was indeed a problem!

Hence, Fangzheng said, "Then… shall we slow down? Just maintain first place? As long as there are people following behind us, it means that we did not take the wrong path."

Red Boy nodded. "Yes, I think that's better."

Therefore, the two of them started to maintain a certain distance from the people behind them and slowly slowed down. When the people behind them accelerated, they accelerated, but when they decelerated, they decelerated…

Behind them, Sambuc excitedly shouted, "They can't run anymore! Their speed isn't as fast as before! Haha… we still have hope!"

Bigg also shouted in excitement, "That's right. They are ultimately unable to keep up the stamina. We have to hold on, stabilize our speed and maintain our stamina. Victory belongs to us!"

Drax shouted, "We need to use our strength to prove that we are the true kings of marathons! Roar!"

"Maintain your stamina, keep up with him and force him to waste his stamina! We'll maintain our stamina and charge at the end!" Bigg whispered.

The three of them nodded in unison. Their eyes were fixed on the back of the old monk's head, as though it was a lighthouse out at sea…