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

Ooooooooong-

pebbles of light almost exploded out of his

black aura started to

was the form of an Asian

had its mouth shut as if it

Soo closed his eyes the moment he

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s

that you could only have after living

his black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

I have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin

Soo opened his

pulled out

moment a shabby iron sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword and

hands tightened the moment

yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories

as well, but now… It had an extremely detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength

himself while looking at

rougher while Choi

of the two of their sword arts was the

family sword art. That

Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment

to be

were different people and had lived

the two of their true natures

grew up in the same family and filled their hearts with the same things and

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

moment they heard some mysterious roars

attacked the

back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise

in front

any attention to the shield. Even

and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their fangs

Baaaaang—!

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

then bared

tightened around

Choi Han laughed.

but he was doing more attacking

was nothing he could do

was his

violent and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

than before, he was

him look

like an elegant existence that did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill

that the Sword Demon

he couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

was not because he created the black yong after

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

sword held loneliness in

also full of

was full of the determination to protect the thing he had

sharpened it

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

Han clenched his eyes

one to

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

was even more unfamiliar and awkward than

cousin once removed, you’re going to lose like

Han let out a

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming

that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for

without caring

that was how his

Choi

to step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to attack him

was

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

in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars

Soo would not have

Han could not

sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

so well even

listening to

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t want

Soo’s face stiffened with the

me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky

his sword

Soo blocked his attacks with the smile

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

multiple

for being a simple spar.

their swords and their yongs were

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

that text was

reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while looking at the

that really the Sky Sword

Jung Soo

with a stiff expression on his face.

other hand, Choi Han did not

violently swing his black aura around while

they are right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread

Choi Jung Soo gave

Choi Jung Soo when he

art suited

learned that martial art

after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were

a martial arts text with your thoughts in it, wasn’t