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

Ooooooooong-

sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out of his

aura started to take

the form

yong was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if

Jung Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black

and silence that you could only have after living

and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Soo opened

then pulled out

sword came out

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword and created

moment

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 to create it.

thought to himself while looking at the two

became even rougher while Choi Jung

of their sword arts was

art. That was their

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

to be

of them were different people

the two of their true

the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars in

white attacked

fought back against the

Baaaaaang-

noise

shield appeared in front of

any attention to the

black and white yongs intertwining with

Baaaaang—!

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

yong then bared its fangs

cleverly tightened around the black yong

Choi Han laughed.

attack first but

was nothing he could do about

his way of

violent and rough

Soo

It was smooth.

detailed than before,

did not make him look unsightly. He

into the dirty mud but waited

was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title

couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

created the black yong

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

sword held

also full of

full of the determination to

must have sharpened it and sharpened

needed to be

clenched his eyes

was no one to

Choi Jung Soo’s voice

more unfamiliar and awkward than

cousin once removed, you’re going to lose like

Han let out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming

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

without caring

some point, that was how his sword

Choi Han’s

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

he was not

the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find

of despair as if they were stars

Soo would not have been

could not laugh

his sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

so well even with

opened his eyes while listening

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t

Jung Soo’s face stiffened with the smile

me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky and become the

Han swung his sword

attacks with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could be

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

breathing was not even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs

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

text was

been contemplating things while looking at the Sky

the Sky

Soo

Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face. He simply swung his

other hand, Choi Han

continued to violently swing his black aura around while calmly

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

text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

just believed Choi Jung Soo when he

art suited

Han had learned that martial art

the writer’s

arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t