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 roar at

Ooooooooong-

with sparkling pebbles of light almost

aura started to take

was the form of an Asian

had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep location

closed his eyes the moment

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s eyes

and silence that you could only have after living a

and his black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Jung Soo opened his

pulled out

a shabby iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

out of

the moment he

from Choi Jung Soo’s

had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert

to himself while looking

rougher while Choi

two of their sword arts

art. That

affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment before the two of

to

different people and

their true natures

same family and filled their hearts with

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in

attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

loud noise

appeared in front of the

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

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

yong then bared its fangs

dodged and cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

Han to attack first but

nothing he

his way of

and

Soo

It was smooth.

detailed than before, he

him look unsightly. He

the dirty mud but waited

was so beautiful that the Sword Demon

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s

with the God of Death after dying,

held loneliness

also full of

full of the determination to protect

have sharpened it and sharpened it some more

needed to be stealthy and sharp since he

clenched his eyes

was no one to

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice

unfamiliar

cousin once removed, you’re going to

Han let out

“No way.”

slowly becoming more

his true nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could

moved without caring about

that was how his sword

was Choi Han’s

got hurt and wanted the enemies to attack him

he was

the enemy, but even if he didn’t,

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

not have been

Han could not laugh

his sword after sensing a stealthy aura

Clang!

so well even with your

opened his eyes while listening to

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t want

with the smile

art you gave me was the thoughts of someone

his

blocked his attacks with the

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

destroyed in multiple

simple spar. However, the

slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs were slowly

was buried in the explosion that only the

that text was a

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

really the Sky Sword

Soo became

stiff expression on his face.

the other hand, Choi

his

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

Choi Jung Soo gave him was

just believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it was the

suited

Han had learned that martial art way too

could tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that

a martial arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t