Trash of the Count's Family

Cale nonchalantly commented after receiving the gazes of the two Choi family people.

“What are you looking at?”

Choi Han closed his mouth while Choi Jung Soo immediately responded.

“Wait, you suddenly want us to fight?! Wait, this is, a bit-”

“Since when do you make an appointment to fight? A punk who fought extremely respectfully by scheduling all of them ended up with the title of Sword Demon?”

“Wait, but still-!”

Choi Jung Soo could not finish his sentence and just pounded his chest in frustration.

“Young master-nim.”

However, Cale sat down on a comfortable chair that Ron brought from somewhere and leisurely looked up at the sky.

“The sun will be setting soon. Hurry up.”

Next to Cale was Raon, whose eyes were sparkling, Durst, who looked refreshed, Beacrox, who was standing there watching with his arms crossed, and Sui Khan, who was chuckling for some reason.

Three people who looked nervous, Chief Eunuch Wi, the Fist King, and his great-granddaughter were all there as well.

The people from the Orthodox faction and the Unorthodox faction were not invited to the training ground. It was not mentioned to them at all.

As for Toonka, he seemed to always be playing with those Unorthodox faction bastards these days as it was hard to see him.

‘That does make me a bit anxious.’

Not having an eye on Toonka did make Cale a bit concerned. He was someone you couldn’t figure out at all.

‘Well, I’m sure he’ll take care of himself.’

Even if Toonka did cause an issue, what else could it be other than breaking something? Toonka was tough so he would walk back on his own two feet even if he was pummeled, so Cale didn’t have to worry about him getting so hurt that he couldn’t contact-

‘Holy moly.’

Cale got the chills at that moment.

‘Did I just worry about Toonka?

I must have gone crazy.’

Cale couldn’t even think about the people looking at him as he shook his head.

He could not accept the flow of his current thoughts.

He suddenly heard Choi Han’s voice at that moment.

“I will do it, Cale-nim.”

“Haaaa. I guess I have no choice.”

Choi Jung Soo shrugged his shoulders as if he had no choice.

Cale looked at the two people who agreed to fight without needing much convincing and warned them.

“This is a spar so no fatal injuries.”

He just ignored Choi Jung Soo who was looking at him with a gaze asking if that even needed to be said.

It was because the important part of his comment still needed to be said.

“However, if you half-ass it and I don’t like it, we will keep going. We will keep going even if we need to stay up all night.”

“What?!”

Choi Jung Soo became upset and shouted but Cale pointed to Raon.

“You don’t need to worry about us getting hurt.”

He then pointed at Sui Khan, Ron, and Beacrox.

“There are also people to stop you if you guys get too serious.”

Cale then crossed his arms as he continued.

“You guys both wanted to fight each other, didn’t you?”

As the two Choi men flinched…

“Isn’t this easier for you guys than talking?”

The two of them looked at each other after hearing that question.

One corner of Cale’s lips twisted up as he watched.

‘Funny punks.’

He made one last comment and stopped talking.

“Get started.”

Then there was silence.

Nobody said anything to the two of them.

There was only silence between the two of them as well.

Choi Han could not figure out what to say.

He always felt this way when looking at Choi Jung Soo.

‘Choi Jung Soo.’

Just thinking of his name made him feel like he couldn’t breathe while he could still do so.

Choi Jung Soo looked older than him but he was still his nephew.

He had seen Choi Jung Soo’s life.

How he had lived, how he had died…

That led to Choi Han carrying on Choi Jung Soo’s traces in his sword, creating the black yong.

‘In some ways, he is my master.’

Choi Jung Soo was younger than him but he was still a sort of master to him.

This Sky Sword martial art was given to him by Choi Jung Soo as well.

‘But still…’

For some reason, he wanted to be the one to say something first this time.

Choi Han firmed his resolve.

He spoke to the guy who couldn’t hide his shaking pupils when looking at him, the guy with so many emotions in his eyes.

“Come.”

started to

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of

aura started

the form of

yong was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep location

Jung Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s eyes

had the solitude and silence that you could only have after living a long

and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal

Soo

pulled

sword came out of

Ooooooooong-

of his sword and

tightened the moment he saw

white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen in

now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put

thought to himself while looking

while Choi

origin of the two of their

sword art. That was their

roots grew and Choi Han, who was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment

to

them were different people and had lived different

two of their true natures

grew up in the same family and filled their hearts with the same

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars in the air

attacked the

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the

appeared in front

any attention to

were all focused on the black and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs at one

Baaaaang—!

his body

black yong then bared its

yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

Han to attack first but he was doing more attacking right

was nothing he could

was his way of

and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

than before, he was also

not make him look unsightly. He

an elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off in

was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title

couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

created the black yong after seeing

Soo, who had worked with the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he

sword held

was also full of

full of the determination to protect the thing

sharpened it some more

he needed to be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to accomplish his

clenched his eyes

one

Soo’s voice

even more unfamiliar

once removed, you’re

let out a

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming

nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of

caring about his

some point, that was how

Choi

before his friends got hurt and wanted the

he was

even if he didn’t, his friends would find a way to take down

his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the

Soo would not

Han could not

sensing a stealthy

Clang!

so well even with your

while listening to

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t want

face stiffened with the smile still on his

sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted

his sword without

Soo blocked his attacks with the

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

training ground was being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could

a simple spar. However, the

their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

why the two of their conversation was buried in the explosion that only the two of them could hear each

was a bit

a reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at the Sky

the Sky Sword of the Sword

Jung Soo

Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face. He simply swung his sword toward

other hand, Choi Han did

violently swing his

not spread for no reason. However, is what

text that Choi Jung Soo gave

when he said it

suited me quite

learned that martial art way

reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in the martial

martial arts text with