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 almost exploded out of

started to take

form of an Asian

rough but had its mouth shut as if

eyes

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s eyes were

you could only

Han and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once

Jung Soo opened

then pulled out

iron sword came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

out of his sword and

the moment he saw the

white yong from Choi

that time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty

himself while looking

became even rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s became

the two of their sword arts was

sword art. That was

Choi Han, who was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to

to

of them were different people and had lived different

the two of their true natures

up in the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and ended up taking

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious roars in the

attacked the

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook

in front of the

paying any attention to the shield. Even

on the black and white yongs intertwining

Baaaaang—!

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

black yong then bared its

and cleverly tightened around the black yong to suffocate

Choi Han laughed.

told Choi Han to attack first but he

nothing he could do about

his way of

and rough

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

more detailed than before, he

him

into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent

so beautiful that

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung Soo’s white

Jung Soo, who had worked with the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but he

held loneliness in

also full of

to protect the thing

and sharpened it some more

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

clenched his eyes

no one to

Soo’s voice at that

even more unfamiliar and awkward than

once removed, you’re going to lose

Han let out a

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming more

in the Forest of

without caring about his

was how his

was Choi Han’s

got hurt and wanted the enemies to attack him

he was

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

black aura that was full of despair as

Jung Soo would not have been able to do

Han could not

after sensing a

Clang!

even

listening to Choi

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t want

stiffened with the

was the thoughts of someone

his sword without

his attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places

quite destructive for being a simple spar.

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

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

that text was

Han had been contemplating

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword

Soo became

Choi Han with a stiff expression on

Choi Han

continued to violently swing his black aura around while

right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no

old text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was

Choi Jung Soo when he said it was

suited me

Han had learned that martial

through the writer’s

a martial arts text with