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 same

Ooooooooong-

violent black power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out

aura started to take

form of an Asian

its mouth shut as if

eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black

had the solitude and silence that you could only have after

black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Soo opened

then pulled out

sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

out of his sword

Han’s hands tightened the moment he saw the

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

but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over

himself while looking at the two

rougher while Choi

origin of the two of their

sword art. That was

Soo’s sword art, seemed

was to be

two of them were different people and

the two of their

filled their hearts

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in

white attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

noise

Raon’s shield appeared in front

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring

Baaaaang—!

turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make

then

dodged and cleverly tightened around the black yong to suffocate

Choi Han laughed.

but he was

he could do

was his way of

and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before, he

him look

an elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off in

so beautiful that the Sword

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s white

with the God of Death after dying, had

sword held

also full of

determination to protect the

sharpened it and sharpened it some more for

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

clenched

was no one to

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

was even more unfamiliar and awkward than

cousin once removed, you’re

Han let out a

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming more

had built up in the Forest of Darkness

caring about his

that was

Choi

his friends got hurt and wanted the

was

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

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

Jung Soo would not have been able to do

Han could

sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

even with your eyes closed,

opened his eyes while listening to Choi Jung

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t

Jung Soo’s face stiffened with the smile still on his

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

swung his sword without

Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

training ground was being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions

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

but their swords and their yongs were

their conversation was buried in the explosion that only the two of them could hear

was a

been contemplating

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword of

Jung Soo became

a stiff expression on his

other hand, Choi Han did

violently swing his black aura around

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 not labeled

believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it

art suited me quite

learned that martial art

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

martial arts text with your thoughts in it,