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-

of light almost

aura started

the form of an Asian

shut as if it had been silent

closed his eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s eyes were the

and silence that you could only have after living a

Han and his black yong were

In that case…

“Of course.”

my esteemed paternal cousin once removed

Soo opened his

then pulled out

sword came out

Ooooooooong-

of

the moment

was different from the white yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen in

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

thought to himself while

while Choi

of their sword arts was the

art. That

art, seemed to become similar to

to be

of them were different

two of their

and filled their hearts with

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

heard some mysterious

white attacked

black fought back

Baaaaaang-

noise shook the training

shield appeared in front

was paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself

on the black and white yongs intertwining with each other while baring their

Baaaaang—!

Soo turned his body

yong then bared

leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the

Choi Han laughed.

first but he was doing more attacking

nothing he could do about

was his way of

and

Jung Soo

It was smooth.

detailed than

him look

mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it

art was so beautiful that the Sword Demon title suited

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts

created the black

had worked with the God of Death after dying, had

held loneliness

also

to protect

it and sharpened it some more for

needed to be stealthy and sharp since he moved

clenched his

one to

heard Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

was even more unfamiliar

cousin once removed, you’re going to

Han let out a short

“No way.”

aura was slowly

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

caring about his

was how his sword had

Choi

before his friends got hurt and wanted the enemies to

was

he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t, his friends would find a way to take down the enemy while

light called hope became infused in his black aura that was full of despair as if they were stars in the night sky was probably because

Soo would not have

Han could not laugh

moved his sword after sensing a stealthy

Clang!

even

while listening to

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you don’t

with the smile still on

sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the

Han swung his sword

blocked his attacks with the smile now gone from his

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

in multiple places and

spar. However, the two

but their swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even more

of their conversation was buried in the explosion that only

text was a bit

Han had been contemplating things while looking at the

really the Sky Sword

Soo became

Choi Han with a stiff expression on his face. He simply swung

hand, Choi Han did not

violently swing his black aura around

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

that Choi Jung Soo gave him was

just believed Choi Jung Soo when

martial art suited me quite

Han had learned that martial art

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