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

Ooooooooong-

sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded

black aura started

was the form of an

its mouth shut as if it had been silent

his eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s eyes were

the solitude and silence that you could only have after living a long

and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin

Soo opened

then pulled out his

shabby iron sword came out of its scabbard

Ooooooooong-

poured out of his sword

Han’s hands tightened the moment he saw the

was different from the white yong from Choi Jung

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

thought to himself while looking

while

the two of their sword arts was the

Choi family sword art.

affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a

to

two of them were different

of their true natures

grew up in the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and ended up taking up the

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious roars in the

white attacked

fought back

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the

in front of

attention to the shield.

yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs at one

Baaaaang—!

opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make the sword

black yong then bared its

white yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing more attacking

was nothing he

was his way of

violent and rough

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before, he was also

him look unsightly. He looked

fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until

art was so beautiful that the

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

because he created the black yong after

the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he was still

sword held loneliness in

was also

determination to protect the thing he had

sharpened it and sharpened it some more

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

Han clenched his

was no one to protect

heard Choi Jung Soo’s

was even more unfamiliar and awkward

you’re going to lose

out a

“No way.”

was slowly

that had built up in the Forest of Darkness

without caring

that was how his sword had

Choi

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

he was not

great if he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his

reason that this light called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in

Soo would not have

Han could not

sword after sensing

Clang!

block so well even with

listening

Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t

with the

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

swung his sword without

blocked his attacks with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

was being destroyed in multiple places and

quite destructive for being a simple spar. However, the two of them

breathing was not even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

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

was a

been contemplating things while looking at the

that really the Sky Sword of the Sword

Soo

at Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face. He

the other hand, Choi Han did not

violently swing his black aura around

Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what you gave me really the Sword

gave

Soo when he said

art suited me

learned that martial art way too

he could tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in the martial

a martial arts text with your thoughts in