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-

black power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out

aura started to take

was the form of an Asian

if it had been silent in a deep location for a long

eyes the moment

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s eyes were the

solitude and silence that you could only have

Han and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Soo opened his

then pulled

shabby iron sword came out of its scabbard and showed

Ooooooooong-

out of his sword and

the moment he saw the white

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

been a beautiful yong at that time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if

to himself while looking

even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s became more

the two of their sword arts was

sword art. That

grew and Choi Han, who was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art,

to

different people and had lived

the two of their true natures were

family and filled their hearts with the same things

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars in the

attacked the

back

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook

Raon’s shield appeared in front of

paying any attention to the shield. Even

and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their

Baaaaang—!

an opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite

then

and cleverly tightened around the black yong

Choi Han laughed.

first but he was doing

was nothing he

was his way of

and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

was more detailed than before, he

not make him

not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran

beautiful that the Sword

couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi

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

held loneliness

also full of

determination to protect the thing

sharpened it and sharpened it

he needed to be stealthy and sharp since

Han clenched

no one to

Jung Soo’s voice at

unfamiliar

you’re going to

Han let out a short

“No way.”

was slowly becoming more

the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he

moved without caring about his

that was how his sword had

Choi Han’s

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

he was not

would be great if he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find a

full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably because of

would not have been able to do

Han could not laugh

his sword after sensing a stealthy aura

Clang!

so well even with your

while listening to Choi Jung

Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t want to

face stiffened with the

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

his sword

blocked his attacks with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

destroyed in multiple places and

simple spar. However, the two of them did not

was not even slightly heavy but their swords and their

conversation was buried in the explosion that only

that text was

reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword of

Jung Soo

with a stiff expression on his face.

Choi Han did not

his black aura

are right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what you gave me really the Sword Emperor’s Sky

Jung Soo gave him was not labeled

when he said it was the Sky

suited

Han had learned that martial art

writer’s hidden thoughts

martial arts text with your thoughts in it,