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-

with sparkling pebbles of light almost

black aura started to take

the form

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

Jung Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s eyes

silence that you could

Han and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Soo

pulled out

sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

of his sword and

hands tightened the moment he saw the white

from the white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s

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 to

to himself while

while Choi Jung Soo’s

of the two of their sword arts was

Choi family sword art. That was

roots grew and Choi Han, who was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar

was to

of them were different

their true natures were

the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and ended up taking up the

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in the

attacked the

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

noise

shield appeared in front of the

was paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

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

Baaaaang—!

Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever

yong then bared

white yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around

Choi Han laughed.

Choi Han to attack first but

he could do about

was his way

violent and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

more detailed than before, he was also

it did not make him

dirty mud but waited and

sword art was so beautiful that the Sword Demon

couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

because he created the black yong after seeing

with the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he was

held loneliness in

also full

to

and sharpened it some more for that

be stealthy and sharp

clenched his

no one

Jung Soo’s voice

more unfamiliar and

once removed, you’re going to

Han let out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming more

Forest of Darkness for such a long time that

caring about

was how his sword had

Choi

step forward before his friends got hurt and

was not

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

light 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

not have been able

could not laugh

sensing a stealthy aura approaching

Clang!

block so well even with your eyes closed,

listening to

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t want

face stiffened with the smile

sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the

his sword without

attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple places and continuous explosions could

quite destructive for being a simple spar.

but their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

two of their conversation was buried in the

text was a

been

really the

Soo

with a stiff expression on his face.

hand, Choi Han did

his black aura around

not spread for no

Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

when he said

suited me

learned that martial art

writer’s hidden thoughts

a martial arts text with your