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

Ooooooooong-

of light almost exploded out of

black aura started to

the form of

yong was violent and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep

eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s eyes were

silence that you could only have after living

and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

esteemed paternal cousin once removed is

Jung Soo

pulled out his

shabby iron sword came out

Ooooooooong-

poured out of his sword and created

tightened the moment he saw

from the white yong from Choi Jung

detailed and delicate beauty as if an expert had put in all of their strength over and over to create it. It almost

to himself while

Han’s became even rougher while Choi Jung

of their sword arts was the

Choi family sword art. That was their

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

to be

two of them were different people and had lived

of their true

filled their hearts with the

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

they heard some mysterious roars in the air two

attacked the

back against

Baaaaaang-

loud noise shook the

shield appeared in front of the

was paying any attention to

and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring

Baaaaang—!

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

then bared its

leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the

Choi Han laughed.

first but he was doing more attacking

was nothing he

his way of

and rough

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

than before, he

did not make him look unsightly. He

did not fall into the dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off in

was so beautiful that

he couldn’t help

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

he created the black yong

had worked with the God of Death after dying,

sword held loneliness

also

of the determination to protect

and sharpened it some

choice as he needed to be stealthy and sharp

clenched his

no one

Soo’s voice at that

even more unfamiliar and awkward than

removed, you’re going to

out a short

“No way.”

slowly becoming more

solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count the days properly, without

moved without caring about his

some point, that was how his sword

was Choi

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

was not

would be great if he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find a way to

that was full of despair as

not

Han could not

moved his sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

block so well even with your eyes

his eyes while listening to

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

laugh if you don’t

Soo’s face stiffened with the smile still

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

Han swung his

attacks with the

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

training ground was being destroyed in multiple places

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

not even slightly heavy but their swords and their

in the explosion

text was a

been contemplating things

really the

Soo

Han with a stiff expression

other hand, Choi Han did not stop

continued to violently swing his black aura around while calmly

Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is

old text that Choi Jung Soo gave him was

just believed Choi Jung Soo when

suited me

had learned that martial art way too

he could tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that

a martial arts text