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.”

sword started to roar at the

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of light almost exploded out

aura started to

was the form of an Asian

mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep location for

closed his eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s eyes were the

solitude and silence that you could only have

black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once

Soo

pulled out

sword came

Ooooooooong-

out of his sword and

Han’s hands tightened the moment

was different from the white yong from 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

to himself while looking at

while Choi Jung Soo’s

origin of the two of

family sword art. That

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

was to be

two of them were different people

of their

their hearts with the same things and ended up taking

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in the

white attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook

appeared in front

was paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself

intertwining with each other while baring

Baaaaang—!

Soo turned his body ever so slightly with exquisite movement to make the sword

then bared its fangs

dodged and cleverly tightened

Choi Han laughed.

Choi Han to attack first but he

he could

his way

and rough

Soo was

It was smooth.

detailed than

him look

an elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and

was so beautiful that the Sword Demon

he couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

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

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

held loneliness

also full of

determination to protect the thing he

have sharpened it and sharpened

Jung Soo probably had no choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to accomplish

Han clenched

was no one

Jung Soo’s

unfamiliar and awkward

you’re going to

Han let out a

“No way.”

was slowly becoming

true nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of

without caring about

some point, that was

Choi

got hurt and wanted

was

enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find

that this light called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably because of

would not have been able to do

Han could not laugh

his sword after sensing

Clang!

well even with your eyes closed,

opened his eyes while listening to Choi Jung

Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t want to

face stiffened with the smile still on

thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through

his

Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

training ground was being destroyed in multiple

being a simple spar. However, the two of

swords and their yongs were

the two of their conversation was buried in the explosion

that text was

been contemplating things while looking

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword of the Sword

Jung Soo

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

other hand, Choi Han did

swing his black

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

old text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled

believed Choi Jung Soo when he

art suited me quite

Han had learned that martial

writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in the

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