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 the same

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of light almost

aura started

form of

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

closed his eyes the moment

‘They’re the same.’

this black

that you could only have after

black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal

Soo opened his

pulled out his

shabby iron sword came out of its scabbard and showed

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword and created

the moment he saw the white

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

It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an

while

Han’s became even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

origin of the two of their sword

sword art.

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

was to

them were different people and had lived

of their

filled their hearts with the same things and ended up taking

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

moment they heard some mysterious roars in the air

white attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

noise

Raon’s shield appeared in

was paying any attention to the

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

Baaaaang—!

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

black yong then bared

yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

Choi Han to attack first but he was doing more

there was nothing he could

his

violent and

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

he was more detailed than

him look unsightly.

mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill

was so beautiful that the Sword

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s

of Death after

sword held loneliness

also full

the determination to protect

sharpened it and sharpened it

probably had no choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to

clenched his

was no one to

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice

more unfamiliar and awkward

once removed, you’re

out a short

“No way.”

was slowly

of Darkness for such a

without caring about his

point, that was how his sword

Choi

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

he was

but even if he didn’t, his friends would find a way to take down the enemy while

black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably because of this kind of

would not have been able to

Han could not laugh

his sword after sensing a

Clang!

block so well even

opened his eyes while listening to

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t want

stiffened with the smile still on his

of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky

swung his sword without

blocked his attacks with the smile now

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple places and continuous explosions

quite destructive for being a simple spar. However, the

heavy but their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even

the two of their conversation was buried in

was

Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at

really the Sky Sword of the

Jung Soo

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

the other hand, Choi Han

violently swing his black aura around

are right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However,

Choi Jung Soo gave

Jung Soo when he

martial art suited me

had learned that

through the writer’s

martial arts text with