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

Ooooooooong-

with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out of his

black aura started to

form of an Asian

yong was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if

Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black

that you could only have after

Han and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

since my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Soo opened

then pulled out his

moment a shabby iron sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

poured out of his sword and created

Han’s hands tightened the moment he saw

Choi Jung Soo’s

and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all

to himself while looking at

even rougher while Choi

two of their sword

sword art.

Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment before the

was to

them were different people and had lived different

the two of their true natures were

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars

white attacked

back

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook the training

shield appeared in

paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

white yongs intertwining

Baaaaang—!

opening. However, Choi Jung Soo turned his body ever

black yong then bared its

cleverly tightened around the black yong to

Choi Han laughed.

Han to attack first but he was doing more

was nothing he could do about

his way of

and

Soo was

It was smooth.

he was more detailed than before, he was

him look unsightly. He

mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild

art was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title suited

he couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

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

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

held loneliness in

was also full of

was full of the determination to

must have sharpened it and sharpened it

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

Han clenched his eyes

no one to

Jung Soo’s

more unfamiliar and awkward than

you’re going to

out

“No way.”

aura was slowly becoming more

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

moved without caring about his

was how his sword had

Choi Han’s

step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted the

he was not

if he didn’t, his friends would find

his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably

Soo would not have

Han could not laugh

sensing a

Clang!

even with your eyes closed,

eyes while listening to Choi Jung

Jung Soo

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t want

stiffened with

thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky and become the sky

his sword without

attacks with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places

being a simple spar.

was not even slightly heavy but their swords and their

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

text was a bit

Han had been contemplating things while looking

Soo. Is that really the Sky Sword of the Sword

Jung Soo

a stiff expression on his face. He

other hand, Choi

his black aura around while calmly

they are right about you having the Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what you gave me really

text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as the

Choi Jung Soo when he

art suited me quite

Han had learned that

reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts

martial arts text