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-

of light almost

aura started to

the form

if

Jung Soo closed his eyes

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s

the solitude and silence that you could

black yong were waiting for

In that case…

“Of course.”

have to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Soo

then pulled

sword came out of

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of

hands tightened the moment

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

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

to himself while looking at the two

became even rougher while Choi Jung

of their sword arts was the

family sword art. That

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

to be

different people and had

two of their true natures

hearts with the

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious roars in the air

white attacked the

fought back against

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the training

shield appeared in front of the

was paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

black and white yongs intertwining with each other

Baaaaang—!

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

black yong then

and cleverly tightened around the black yong to

Choi Han laughed.

Choi Han to attack first but he was doing

there was nothing he could

was his

violent and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

than before, he was also

make him

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

art was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title

couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

black yong after seeing Choi

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

sword held

also full

of the determination to protect the thing he had

have sharpened it and sharpened it some more

had no choice as he needed to be

Han clenched his eyes

was no one to

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

even more unfamiliar

removed, you’re going

let out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming

showing his true nature, the despair and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a

without caring about

some point, that was how his

was Choi

friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to

was

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

of despair as if they were

Jung Soo would not have

Han could not laugh

his sword after sensing a

Clang!

block so well even with your eyes

opened his eyes while listening

Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t want

Jung Soo’s face stiffened with the

The sword art you gave me was the thoughts of

swung his sword

Soo blocked his attacks with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places and

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

even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs were slowly

buried in the explosion that only the two

was a bit

Choi Han had been contemplating things

that really the Sky Sword of the Sword

Soo

Han with a stiff expression

hand, Choi Han

to violently swing his

spread

gave him was not labeled

Choi Jung Soo when he

martial art suited

that martial art

he could tell after reading through the writer’s

a martial arts text