They all formed a line in front of the wall, ready to strike on Wooyun's count. When he got to three, they all struck the wall at the same time, putting a lot of force into the punch. The walls shook, some of it crumbling, but it still stood strong.
"One more time," Wooyun shouted.
They hit with more power, and this time, the wall came crumbling down. They were now faced with a dark corridor, a new path. Wooyun almost cheered with joy but quickly schooled himself. Now wasn't the time to be celebrating. He'd be doing that once he won.
Chan-woo stared at the crumbled wall, his face twisted. A string of emotions flashed in his eyes. "…I suppose this wasn't a completely…idiotic plan…" He admitted.
