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

Ooooooooong-

sparkling pebbles of light almost

black aura started to

the form of an

and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a

his eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s eyes

the solitude and silence that you could only have

and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed

Jung Soo

pulled out his

iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his

the moment he

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

been a beautiful yong at that time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over and over

himself while looking

Han’s became even rougher while

two of their sword arts was

Choi family sword art.

sword art, seemed to become

was to

of them were different people and had lived

the two of their true natures were the

in the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in the air two

white attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook

in front

paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

all focused on the black and white yongs intertwining

Baaaaang—!

However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make

then bared its

and cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

told Choi Han to attack first but he was doing

he could

his

and

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

detailed than before, he was also

not make him look unsightly.

the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent

was so beautiful that the

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

the black yong after seeing Choi

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

held loneliness in

also full

of the determination to protect the thing

sharpened

be stealthy and sharp

clenched his

no one to protect

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

even more unfamiliar and awkward than

cousin once removed, you’re going to lose like

out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly

built up in the Forest of Darkness for

caring about

was how his sword had

was Choi Han’s

step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies

was not

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

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

Soo would not have been able to do

Han could not laugh

after sensing

Clang!

so well even with

listening

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t

Soo’s face stiffened with

you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky and

Han swung his sword without

blocked his attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

being destroyed in multiple places and continuous

was quite destructive for being a simple spar. However, the

breathing was not even slightly heavy but their swords

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

text was

was a reason Choi Han had been contemplating

that really the Sky Sword

Jung Soo

stiff expression on his face. He simply swung his

hand, Choi Han did not stop

to violently swing his black aura around

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

Soo gave him was

Soo when he said it

art suited

had learned that martial art

through the writer’s hidden thoughts

text was a martial arts text with