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

Ooooooooong-

sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded

black aura started

form of

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

eyes the moment he

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s eyes were the

you could only have

and his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is calling

Jung Soo

then pulled

iron sword came out of its scabbard

Ooooooooong-

out of his sword

Han’s hands tightened the moment he

Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen in the

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

to himself while looking at the

Han’s became even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s became

of

family sword art. That was

Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to

to be

different people and had

of their true natures were the

in the same family and filled their hearts with the same

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars in the air

white attacked

back against the

Baaaaaang-

loud noise

appeared in

nobody was paying any attention to the

white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs

Baaaaang—!

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

then bared its

and cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing

there was nothing he

his

and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

than before, he was also

him look unsightly.

existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the

beautiful that the

he couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts

not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung

Death after dying, had definitely changed but he

sword held loneliness

also

to protect

sharpened it and sharpened it some more for that

choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to

Han clenched

was no one

Soo’s voice at that

more unfamiliar and awkward

once removed, you’re going to lose like

let out a

“No way.”

was slowly becoming more

the Forest of Darkness

without caring about his

point, that was how

was Choi

friends got hurt and

was not

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

reason that this light called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if

Choi Jung Soo would not have

Han could not

his sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

block so well even with your

listening to Choi Jung

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you

face stiffened with

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

swung his

Jung Soo blocked his attacks with the smile

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

ground was being destroyed in multiple places

simple spar. However, the two of them did not

their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

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

was a

Han had been contemplating things while looking at the

really the Sky Sword

Soo

at Choi Han with a stiff expression

the other hand, Choi Han did not stop

continued to violently swing his black aura around

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

Jung Soo gave him

believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it was the Sky

suited me

Han had learned that martial art

reading through the writer’s hidden

arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t