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.”

sword started to

Ooooooooong-

with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out of his

black aura started to

the form

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

eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s

the solitude and silence that you could only have

his black

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is calling

Jung Soo opened

pulled

iron sword came out of its scabbard and showed

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword

the moment

Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen in

and delicate beauty as

thought to himself while looking

while Choi Jung

two of their

sword art. That was

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

was to

of them were different people

of their true natures

and filled their hearts with the same

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious

attacked

black fought back against

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the

in

to the

were all focused on the black and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring

Baaaaang—!

turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make

black yong then

white yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

Choi Han to attack first but he was doing

nothing he could do about

his way of

violent and rough

Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before,

not make him look unsightly.

did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and

art was so beautiful that the Sword

couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

because he created the black yong after seeing Choi

worked with the God of Death after dying,

held

also full

was full of the determination to protect the thing he

have sharpened it and sharpened it

no choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp

Han clenched his eyes

was no one to protect

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

was even more unfamiliar and

you’re going to lose

out

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming

was showing his true nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a

moved without caring about

that was

Choi Han’s

step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies

was not

enemy, but even if he didn’t, his

in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars

not have been

could not

his sword after sensing a stealthy aura approaching

Clang!

block so well even

his eyes while listening to

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t want

stiffened with the smile still on

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

swung his

with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple

for being a simple spar. However, the two of

was not even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

two of their conversation was buried in the explosion that

was a bit

had been contemplating things while

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword of the

Jung Soo

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

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

Choi Jung Soo gave

Choi Jung Soo when he

art suited me quite

that martial art way too

tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts

text was a martial arts text with