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.”

started to roar

Ooooooooong-

violent black power with sparkling pebbles of

black aura started

was the form

was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent

Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s eyes

that you could only have after living a long

and his black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is calling

Jung Soo

then pulled out his

sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

out of his

tightened the moment he saw

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

It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over

thought to himself while looking at the two

even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

of their sword arts was the

family sword art. That was their

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

to be

of them were different people and had

the two of their true natures

family and filled their hearts with the same

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars in the air

white attacked

back against the

Baaaaaang-

noise shook the training

Raon’s shield appeared in

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself

focused on the black and white yongs intertwining

Baaaaang—!

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

yong then bared its

yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black

Choi Han laughed.

told Choi Han to attack first but he was doing more

nothing he could do about

was his

and

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

more detailed than before, he was

him look

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

sword art was so beautiful that

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

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

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

held

was also

was full of the determination to

must have sharpened it and sharpened it

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

Han clenched

no one

Choi Jung Soo’s

was even more unfamiliar and awkward than

you’re going to

out

“No way.”

slowly becoming more

in the Forest of Darkness for such a

moved without caring about

point, that was how

Choi Han’s

got hurt and wanted

he was

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

called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if they

Jung Soo would not have been able to do

Han could

his sword after sensing a stealthy aura

Clang!

well even with your eyes

his eyes while listening to Choi Jung Soo’s

Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you

Jung Soo’s face stiffened with the smile still on his

the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky and

Han swung his sword without

attacks with

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could

being a simple spar. However, the

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

the two of their conversation was buried in the explosion

was

been contemplating things while looking at

that really the Sky Sword

Soo became

a stiff expression

hand, Choi Han did not stop

to violently swing his black aura around

not spread for no reason. However, is

Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

when he said it was the Sky

suited me quite

Han had learned that martial art way

through the writer’s hidden

martial arts text with your