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-

black power with sparkling pebbles of

black aura started to take

form of an Asian

its mouth shut as if it had

his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

and this black yong’s eyes were the

had the solitude and silence that you could only have after

and his black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Soo opened

pulled out his

a shabby iron sword came out

Ooooooooong-

white aura poured out of his

hands tightened the moment he

Choi Jung Soo’s memories he

had been a beautiful yong at that time as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over and over to create it. It

while looking at

became even rougher while Choi

of the two of their sword arts was the

sword art. That was

temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment before the two of

to

were different

two of their true natures were the

filled their hearts

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

moment they heard some mysterious roars in

attacked the

black fought back against

Baaaaaang-

noise

shield appeared in

to the shield. Even Raon himself was

black and white yongs intertwining with each

Baaaaang—!

aimed for an opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make the sword

then bared its fangs

leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing

there was nothing he could

was his way of

violent and rough

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

detailed than before, he

make him look unsightly. He

dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off in an

was so beautiful that the

he couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

created the black yong after seeing Choi

the God of Death after dying, had definitely

sword held loneliness in

was also full

the determination to protect the thing he had

sharpened it and sharpened it some more for

be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to accomplish his

Han clenched his eyes

was no one to

Jung Soo’s voice

unfamiliar

cousin once removed, you’re going

let out a

“No way.”

was slowly becoming more

in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even

without caring about his

that was how

Choi

got hurt and wanted the

was

he didn’t, his friends would find a way to take

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

not have been able to do

Han could not laugh

his sword after sensing a

Clang!

well even with your eyes closed,

his eyes while listening to Choi Jung

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t

stiffened with the smile still on his

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

swung his sword without

attacks with the

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

ground was being destroyed in multiple places

destructive for being a simple spar. However, the two of them did not

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

of their conversation was buried in the explosion that only

text was a

been contemplating things while looking at the

really the Sky Sword of the Sword

Jung Soo became

a stiff expression on his face.

other hand, Choi Han did not

violently swing his

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

Choi Jung Soo gave

Jung Soo when he said

martial art suited

learned that martial art

could tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts

was a martial arts text with your