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

Ooooooooong-

black power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded

started to take

form of an Asian

shut as if it had been silent in

his eyes the moment

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s eyes were

had the solitude and silence that you could only have

black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal cousin once

Jung Soo opened his

then pulled out his

iron sword came out of its scabbard

Ooooooooong-

poured out of

tightened the moment he saw

white yong from Choi Jung

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

thought to himself while looking at the two

became even rougher while Choi

two of their

art. That was

Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him

to be

different people and had

of their true

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

they heard some mysterious roars

attacked the

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the training

Raon’s shield appeared in front of

nobody was paying any attention to the

black and white yongs intertwining with each other

Baaaaang—!

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

black yong then

yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black yong to suffocate

Choi Han laughed.

attack first but he was doing more

nothing he could do

his way

and

Soo

It was smooth.

than before,

it did not make him look unsightly. He

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

was so beautiful that the Sword Demon

he couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

was not because he created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung

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

sword held loneliness

also

was full of the determination to

sharpened it and sharpened it

had no choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp

Han clenched his

no one

Jung Soo’s voice at that

even more unfamiliar and

removed, you’re

Han let out a

“No way.”

slowly becoming

up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count the days properly,

caring about

that was how his sword had

Choi Han’s

step forward before his friends got hurt

was not

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

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

Jung Soo would not have been able to do

could

after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

even with your eyes

opened his eyes while listening

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t want to

stiffened with

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

Han swung his

Soo blocked his attacks with the smile

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

training ground was being destroyed in multiple

for being a simple spar.

heavy but their swords and their yongs were

was buried in the explosion that

was a

a reason Choi Han had been contemplating things while

that really the Sky Sword of the

Jung Soo

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

hand, Choi

to violently swing his black

spread for no reason. However, is what you

gave him was not labeled as the Sky

when he said

art suited me

Han had learned that martial art

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