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-

power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded

started

the form

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

eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s eyes

and silence that you could only have

and his black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

my esteemed paternal cousin once

Soo opened

then pulled

iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword

Han’s hands tightened the moment

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

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

to himself while looking at the

became even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

of their

art. That was their

and Choi Han, who was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar

was to be

different people

two of their true natures were the

in the same family and filled their hearts with the same

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

moment they heard some mysterious roars in the air

white attacked the

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

noise shook

Raon’s shield appeared in front of the

paying any attention to

intertwining with each other while baring their

Baaaaang—!

Han aimed for an opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite

then bared its fangs

white yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

first but he was doing

nothing he could do about

his

and

Soo

It was smooth.

detailed than before, he was

not make him look unsightly. He looked

did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill

beautiful that the Sword Demon

couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

because he created the black yong after seeing

Jung Soo, who had worked with the God of Death after dying,

held loneliness in

also full

full of the determination to protect the

it and sharpened it some more

needed to be stealthy and sharp

clenched his eyes

no one to

Jung Soo’s voice

even more unfamiliar and awkward

removed, you’re going

let out a short

“No way.”

slowly

and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long

caring

some point, that was how his sword

Choi

to step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to

was

the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find

black aura that was full of despair as

Choi Jung Soo would not have been

Han could not laugh

sensing a

Clang!

block so well even with your

eyes while listening

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t want to

Soo’s face stiffened with

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

swung his

Soo blocked his attacks with the

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple places and continuous explosions could

was quite destructive for being a simple spar.

swords and their yongs were slowly becoming

be why the two of their conversation was buried in the

was a bit

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

the Sky Sword of the

Jung Soo

a stiff expression on his

hand, Choi Han did not stop

continued to violently swing his black aura around while calmly

you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what you gave

Soo gave

Choi Jung Soo when he said it was the

martial art suited me

Han had learned that martial art

after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible

text was a martial arts text with your thoughts in