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.”

Han’s sword started to roar at

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of light almost

started

form of an

if it had been silent in a deep location for a

closed his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s eyes were the

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

and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Soo opened his

pulled

sword came out of

Ooooooooong-

poured out of

moment he saw the

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

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

while looking

became even rougher while Choi Jung

of their sword arts

family sword art. That was their

affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar

to be

two of them were different people

of their

same family and filled their hearts

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

they heard some mysterious roars in the

attacked

black fought back against the

Baaaaaang-

noise shook the training

shield appeared in front of

was paying any attention to the

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

Baaaaang—!

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

black yong then bared

and cleverly tightened around the black yong

Choi Han laughed.

Han to attack first but he was doing more attacking right

was nothing he

his way of

and rough

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

than

did not make him look unsightly. He looked

fall into the dirty mud but waited and

was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title suited

he couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi

the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he

held loneliness

also

the determination to

and sharpened it some more for

needed to be stealthy and sharp since he

clenched his

was no one

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at that

was even more unfamiliar and awkward

removed, you’re

let out a short

“No way.”

was slowly

built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a

moved without caring about his

that was how his

was Choi

before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to attack him

he was

even if he didn’t, his friends would find

that this light called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably because of this kind of

Choi Jung Soo would not have been able to

Han could not laugh

his sword after sensing a stealthy aura

Clang!

so well even with your

opened his eyes while listening to

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t

face stiffened with the smile

thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the

Han swung his sword

with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

ground was being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could

was quite destructive for being a simple spar.

but their swords

buried in the explosion that only the two of

was

a reason Choi Han had been

really the Sky Sword of the

Jung Soo

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

hand, Choi

his black aura around while calmly

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

Jung Soo gave him was not

Jung Soo when he said it was the Sky

art suited me

had learned that martial art way

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