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 the

Ooooooooong-

of light almost

black aura started to take

form of an Asian

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

Jung Soo closed his eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s eyes were

and silence that you could only have after

and his black

In that case…

“Of course.”

esteemed

Soo

pulled out

came out of

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword and created

moment he

white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories

beautiful yong at that time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had

thought to himself while looking at the

while Choi Jung

of their

sword art. That was

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 before the two

to

different people and

of their

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

they heard some mysterious roars in the air

white attacked

back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the

Raon’s shield appeared in front of the

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself

and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs at one

Baaaaang—!

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

yong then

tightened around

Choi Han laughed.

to attack first but he was doing more attacking

there was nothing he could do

his way of

violent and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

detailed than before,

did not make him look unsightly. He

elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited

that the

he couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s white

worked with the God of Death

held loneliness

also full

the determination to protect

and sharpened it

be stealthy and sharp

clenched

was no one to

Soo’s

more unfamiliar and awkward

removed, you’re going to

out a short

“No way.”

slowly

had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count the

without caring about his

was how

was Choi Han’s

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

was

didn’t, his friends would find a way to take

of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably because of

Choi Jung Soo would not

Han could not laugh

sensing

Clang!

so well even

eyes while listening to Choi

Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t

Jung Soo’s face stiffened with

thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through

swung his sword without

his attacks with the

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple places and continuous explosions could be

for being a simple spar. However, the two of them did

was not even slightly heavy but their swords and

conversation was buried in the

text was a

had been contemplating

Is that really the Sky Sword of the

Jung Soo

expression

hand, Choi Han did

violently swing his black aura around

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

gave him

just believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it

martial art suited me

had learned that martial art way

writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in

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