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

Ooooooooong-

sparkling pebbles of light

started to

form of an Asian

yong was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep

closed his eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s eyes were the

and silence that you could only have after living a

black

In that case…

“Of course.”

esteemed paternal

Soo opened his

then pulled

moment a shabby iron sword came

Ooooooooong-

of his sword and

tightened the moment he saw

from the white yong from Choi

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

himself while looking at

rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

origin of the two of their sword arts was

family sword art. That was their

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

to

them were different people and had lived different

the two of their true

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in the air

white attacked

back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the training

in front

was paying any attention to the shield. Even

intertwining with each other

Baaaaang—!

However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with

black yong then bared its

cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

Choi Han to attack first but he was doing

was nothing he could

was his way

and rough

Soo was

It was smooth.

he was more detailed than before,

did not make him look unsightly. He

existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but

was so beautiful that the Sword

he couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

because he created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s white

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

sword held loneliness

was also full of

was full of the determination to protect the thing he had

have sharpened it and sharpened

to be stealthy and sharp since he

clenched

one

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice

more unfamiliar and awkward than

removed, you’re going to lose

Han let out a short

“No way.”

was slowly

was showing his 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

caring about his

some point, that was how his sword

was Choi

step forward before his friends got hurt

was

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

black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night

Choi Jung Soo would not have been able to do

could

moved his sword after sensing a

Clang!

block so well even with your eyes closed,

eyes while listening to Choi

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you

with

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

swung his sword

with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places and

spar. However, the two of them did

not even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs were slowly

their conversation was buried in the explosion that

that text was a

reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at the

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword of

Soo

expression on his face. He simply

hand, Choi Han did not stop

his black aura around while

would not spread for no reason.

old text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not

just believed Choi Jung Soo when

martial art suited me

that martial art way

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