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

Ooooooooong-

black power with sparkling pebbles of light

black aura started to take

the form

rough but had its mouth shut as if it

eyes the moment he

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s

silence that you could only have after living a

Han and his black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Jung Soo

then pulled out

came

Ooooooooong-

poured out of his sword and created

tightened the moment he saw

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

beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over and over to

while looking at

rougher while Choi

two of their

family sword art. That

temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment before the two

was to

them were different people and had lived

the two of their

hearts with the same things and ended up

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious

white attacked the

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the training

in

any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

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

Baaaaang—!

Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever

then bared

cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

attack first but he was doing

was nothing he could do

was his way of

violent and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before,

it did not make him

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 help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

he created the black yong after seeing

the God of Death after dying,

sword held

was also full

of the determination to protect

sharpened it and sharpened it

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

clenched

one

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

unfamiliar and

removed, you’re going to

Han let out a

“No way.”

was slowly becoming more

was showing his true nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that

moved without caring

that was how

Choi

to step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies

was

he didn’t, his friends would find a way to take down

reason 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

Jung Soo would not have been

Han could not laugh

after sensing a stealthy aura approaching

Clang!

block so well even with

eyes while listening to Choi Jung

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t

Jung Soo’s face stiffened with the

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

Han swung his

Soo blocked his attacks with the smile

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

was being destroyed in multiple

for being a simple spar. However, the two

but their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming

of their conversation was buried in the explosion that only

that text was

was a reason Choi Han had been contemplating

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword of

Soo

at Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face.

the other hand, Choi Han

violently swing his black aura around while calmly

not spread for

that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

when he said

martial art suited me quite

that martial art

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

text was a martial arts text with