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-

power with sparkling pebbles of light

black aura started to

was the form of an Asian

shut as if it had been

his eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s eyes were

solitude and silence that you could only have after living

Han and his black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Soo opened his

pulled out his

came out of its scabbard and

Ooooooooong-

of his

moment he

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

beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over and over to

himself while

rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s

of their

art. That

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

to

two of them were different people and had lived different

their

hearts with the same

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in

attacked

fought back against

Baaaaaang-

noise

shield appeared in front of

any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself

and white yongs intertwining with each

Baaaaang—!

Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make

black yong then

cleverly tightened around the black yong to suffocate

Choi Han laughed.

told Choi Han to attack first but he was doing more attacking

there was nothing he could

his

and

Soo was

It was smooth.

detailed than

him look unsightly. He looked

fall into the dirty mud but

so beautiful that

he couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

was not because he created the black

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

sword held loneliness

also full of

determination to protect the thing he had

it and sharpened it some more for

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

Han clenched

one

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at that

unfamiliar

you’re going

out

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming more

of Darkness for such a long time that he

without caring about

some point, that was

Choi Han’s

forward before his friends got hurt and wanted

he was not

he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his

in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably

Soo would not have

could not

sensing

Clang!

well even

eyes while listening

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t want

face stiffened with the smile

The sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who

Han swung his sword

Jung Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

destroyed in multiple places and continuous

quite destructive for being a simple spar. However, the two of

swords and

be why the two of their conversation was buried in the explosion that

that text was

was a reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while

Is that really the Sky Sword of

Soo became

at Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face. He simply

the other hand, Choi Han did

to violently swing his black aura around while calmly

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

that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

Jung Soo when he said it was the

martial art suited me

that martial

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

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