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.”

to roar at

Ooooooooong-

with sparkling pebbles of light

black aura started to

the form of

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

Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s eyes

silence that you could only have after

and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Soo opened his

pulled

moment a shabby iron sword came out of

Ooooooooong-

white aura poured out of his sword and created a

moment

was different from the white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s

extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of

himself while looking at the

rougher while Choi Jung

origin of the two of their sword arts was

art. That was their

sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment before

to be

different

two of their

filled their hearts with the same things and

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

moment they heard some mysterious roars

attacked

back against

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the training

appeared in front of the

paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

and white yongs intertwining with each other while

Baaaaang—!

Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement

then bared

and cleverly tightened around the

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing more attacking right

he could do

his way of

and

Soo was

It was smooth.

was more detailed than

not make him look

into the dirty mud but

so beautiful that the Sword Demon

he couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

created the black yong after

God of Death after

held loneliness in

was also

full of the determination to

have sharpened it and sharpened it

as he needed to be

clenched his eyes

was no one

Soo’s

was even more unfamiliar and awkward than

once removed, you’re

let out a

“No way.”

aura 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

caring about his

point, that was how

was Choi

forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies

he was

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

in his black aura that was full of despair as

would not have been able to do

could not laugh

moved his sword after sensing a stealthy aura approaching

Clang!

block so well even

listening to

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t

stiffened with the smile still

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

Han swung his

attacks with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

ground was being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could

a simple spar. However,

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

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

that text was a

a reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at the

Soo. Is that really the

Soo

expression on his

Choi

swing his black

Sword. Such rumors would not spread

text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not

believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it

art suited me

that martial art way too

after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in the

text was a martial arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t