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 roar

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of

started to take

the form

shut as if it had been silent in a

his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s eyes were the

silence that you could only

and his black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal cousin

Jung Soo opened

pulled out his

iron sword came out of its scabbard

Ooooooooong-

poured out of his sword and created

Han’s hands tightened the moment he

white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories

an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put

thought to himself while

became even rougher while Choi

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 be

different people and had lived different

the two of their true natures were the

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious roars in

white attacked the

back against

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the training

Raon’s shield appeared in front of

paying any attention to the shield.

were all focused on the black and white yongs intertwining with

Baaaaang—!

Jung Soo turned his body ever so

then bared its fangs

and cleverly tightened around the

Choi Han laughed.

attack first but he was doing more

was nothing he could do about

was his

and rough

Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before, he

him look unsightly.

fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched

sword art was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title

couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

he created the black yong

God of Death after dying, had definitely changed

held

also

to protect the

sharpened it some

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

Han clenched his eyes

was no one to

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

more unfamiliar

once removed, you’re

Han let out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming

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

moved without caring about his

that was how his sword

Choi

his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to

he was

if he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find a way

of despair as if they

Jung Soo would not

Han could

moved his sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

well even with your eyes

while listening to Choi Jung

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t want

stiffened with the smile still

Sky Sword. The sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky

his sword without

attacks with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

was being destroyed in multiple

spar.

their swords and

might be why the two of their conversation was buried in the explosion that only the two of them could

that text was a

Han had been contemplating things while

that really the Sky

Jung Soo became

a stiff expression on his face. He simply

hand, Choi Han

to violently swing his black aura around while calmly

are right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what you gave me really the Sword Emperor’s Sky

text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was

Jung Soo when he said it was the Sky

art suited me quite

Han had learned that martial

reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in the martial

arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t