The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 1447: Where Are They?

The people behind the trio stared intently at the trio…

Even further away, Ace tried his best to run as though he was encouraging himself. "Daddy, can I really finish this? Can I really get first place?"

His dad said an obvious lie, "Of course! Ace! You can do it! You'll definitely get first! I promise! I promise to God! God will definitely make you come in first as He sees you run! All the best, darling! Everyone's with you!"

"Alright!" Ace gritted his teeth.

The others, who were almost about to give up, gritted their teeth and followed after Ace when they saw how persistent he was. What a joke. If they were to withdraw midway, it would definitely be embarrassing. They gritted their teeth and persisted… The last percentile ran extremely slowly. Basically, no one hoped to gain any placing. As long as they could finish the marathon by running or walking, it was victory.

An hour passed…

Although Ace ran slowly, he continued to grit his teeth and persevere. He struggled to move his legs.

The others had originally planned on resting, but after seeing Ace, their faces flushed red. They cheered for themselves and ran after him.

Another hour passed…

People were still working hard. They were even doubting themselves. Did they really run for two hours? This was unbelievable!

"Oh my god, I've run for so long!"

"I never thought that I could run so far! When I go back, I want to tell my son. He'll be proud of me!"

"All the best… Ah… Mommy… Give me strength…"

…

A group of people were howling and running.

They were doubting themselves, but at this moment, the referees at the finish line began to doubt life.

"What's going on? It's already been two and a half hours. Why hasn't anyone reached the finishing line? Based on past results, Sambuc, Drax, and Bigg should have reached the finishing line…" A female referee frowned.

"That's right. Although they haven't broken the world record, they can still run to the finishing point within two hours and ten minutes. They have never had a showing of two and a half hours! What exactly happened?" a male referee followed.

"Get someone to see what they're doing," said an elderly referee, Malves. Then, a young man named Hughes volunteered.

"Maybe they'll appear in front of us soon," The only man, Will, who didn't complain much said softly.

However, half an hour later…

"This soon is taking a little long," said Malves calmly.

Will fell silent awkwardly…

Just then, Malves's phone rang and Seuss's voice was heard. "Oh, god! Mr. Malves, I have to ask all of you, is there a problem with your map? At least, is the one you gave me wrong?"

"Seuss, are you doubting our professionalism? Then, I can tell you seriously that I was the one who personally supervised all the maps and inspected them. They are the most accurate maps! Now, tell me, have you found Drax and the rest? What are they doing? Why haven't they reached the finishing point? Are they trying to make this year's marathon a laughing stock? The slowest marathon in history?" Malves asked angrily.

Seuss said bitterly, "Mr. Malves, I have to inform you of some bad news. I found some marathoners that gave up halfway, but…"

"But what?" said Malves sternly. He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"But I didn't see any marathoners running! Uh… Wait, what am I seeing? Oh my God! A group of fatties, old men, women, and children, led by a crippled youth…" Seuss exclaimed.

"I know. Someone reported it. That's Ace! An encouraging, brave, strong young man! But I didn't tell you to find him. I want Drax, Sambuc, and the rest! Where are they?" Malves snarled.

"Sorry, Mr. Malves. I drove all the way, but I really didn't see any of them. I didn't even see anyone from the other percentiles," Seuss said carefully.

"Damn it, where are they? Who can tell me where they are?! Damn idiots!" said Malves furiously.

"Achoo!" Fangzheng sneezed and scratched his nose. He asked Red Boy, "Is someone scolding me?"

Red Boy thought for a moment and said, "Master, with your character, there should be many people who scold you."

Fangzheng: "…"

Fangzheng turned his head and looked behind him. All of them were panting heavily. They were staring at him with reddened eyes, especially the three people who were running in front. It was as though they were looking at an enemy who had killed their father!

Fangzheng mumbled, "These patrons don't look like they can run anymore…"

Red Boy said, "It seems so, but that's not right. They are both professionals and amateur enthusiasts. At the very least, they can complete the marathon. We haven't reached the finishing line yet. Why are they in this state?"

"Just ask."

Hence, Fangzheng shouted, "Patrons, are you unable to run anymore? Do you want to rest?"

"He… hu… He's… Hu, what did he say?" asked Bigg, panting from exhaustion.

Sambuc lost his earlier excitement and shook his head. "I didn't hear clearly…"

Drax's face was completely livid as he said angrily, "He asked us if we are unable to run anymore! Damn it, we are the three best marathoners in London! We've finished marathons countless times, but he's asking us if we are unable to run anymore before we reach the finishing line? Damn it… this is blatant mockery!"

"This old monk is actually mocking us! All the best! Keep up the good work, speed up, chase after us! We need to let him know how good we are!" Bigg shouted angrily. At that moment, he didn't even breathe. A surge of anger triggered his strength and he began to speed up.

Drax hurriedly pulled him back, shaking his head as he said, "This… That's if you can catch up."

Sambuc nodded like a chicken pecking at grain. "Indeed, our attempts at chasing up have failed a few times. Let's just follow. Maintain our stamina so that we can charge at the last moment…"

"Alright…" Bigg nodded.

Thus, the group continued running…

As the sun set, the group of people ran, sweating profusely. The more they ran, the slower they became. Some even started to walk… but they continued to advance.

However, no one could figure out why this year's marathon was so long? Why was this road so hard to run? It had been more than three hours, why hadn't they arrived at their destination yet?