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 at the same

Ooooooooong-

power with sparkling pebbles of light almost

aura started to take

was the form of an

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

his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s

and silence that you could only

black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once

Soo opened

pulled out his

moment a shabby iron sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

white aura poured out of his sword and created

hands tightened the moment he saw the

Choi Jung Soo’s

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

himself while looking at the two

even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s became

of the two of their

family sword art. That

art, seemed to

to be

of them were different people and had

their true

in 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

back

Baaaaaang-

noise

shield appeared in

any attention to the

and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring

Baaaaang—!

Soo turned his body

yong then bared its

cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing more attacking

there was nothing he could

was his way of

and rough

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

more detailed than before, he

not make him look unsightly. He

an elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited

so beautiful that the

couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

created the black yong after

Jung Soo, who had worked with the God of Death after dying,

held

was also full of

to protect the thing

have sharpened it and sharpened it some more for that

probably had no choice as he needed to be stealthy and

Han clenched his

one to protect

Soo’s voice at that

more unfamiliar and awkward

once removed, you’re

let out a short

“No way.”

was slowly becoming more

true nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count the

moved without caring about his

that was how his

was Choi Han’s

his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to

he was

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

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

Choi Jung Soo would not have

Han could not laugh

moved his sword after sensing a stealthy aura approaching

Clang!

even with

opened his eyes while listening

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t want

with the smile

the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce

swung his sword

with

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

destroyed in multiple places and

quite destructive for being a simple spar.

swords and their yongs were slowly

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

was

was a reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at the

Is that really the Sky Sword of

Soo

Choi Han with a stiff expression on

Choi Han did not stop

his

having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for

text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled

Jung Soo when

art suited me

Han had learned that martial art way

could tell after reading through the writer’s

a martial arts text