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-

with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out of

started

was the form of an

had its mouth shut as if it

his eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s

that you could only

his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Jung Soo opened

then pulled out

iron sword came out of

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of

Han’s hands tightened the moment he saw

white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen

now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if

to himself while

Han’s became even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s became

of the two of their sword arts

art.

Soo’s sword art, seemed to

to

them were different people and had lived

of their

their hearts with the same things and ended

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

they heard some mysterious roars in the air two

white attacked

black fought back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the

shield appeared in front

nobody was paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon

black and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs

Baaaaang—!

Han aimed for an opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly

black yong then bared its fangs

cleverly tightened around

Choi Han laughed.

attack first but he

was nothing he could do about

was his way

and rough

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

was more detailed than

make him look

into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off

so beautiful that the Sword Demon title suited

couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

was not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung

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

held loneliness

also full

to protect the thing he had

and sharpened

to be stealthy and sharp since he moved

Han clenched his

was no one to protect

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

more unfamiliar and awkward than

once removed, you’re going to

out

“No way.”

slowly becoming more

the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for

moved without caring about

was how his sword

was Choi

wanted to step forward before his friends got

was not

enemy, but even if he didn’t,

that this 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 this kind of

Choi Jung Soo would not have been able

could not laugh

after sensing

Clang!

so well even with your eyes closed,

eyes while listening to Choi Jung Soo’s

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t want to

with

thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through

his sword

blocked his attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could

for being a simple spar. However, the

heavy but their swords and

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

text was a bit

had been contemplating things while looking at the

the Sky Sword

Soo

stiff expression on his face. He

hand, Choi

his black aura around while calmly

they 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

that Choi Jung Soo gave him was

Choi Jung Soo when he

martial art suited me quite

had learned that

after reading through the writer’s

martial arts text with your thoughts in