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 the same

Ooooooooong-

power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out

black aura started to

was the form

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

eyes the moment he saw the

‘They’re the same.’

this black yong’s eyes

the solitude and silence that you could only

Han and his black yong were waiting

In that case…

“Of course.”

esteemed paternal

Soo opened

pulled out his

moment a shabby iron sword came out

Ooooooooong-

of his sword

hands tightened the moment he

different from the white yong from Choi

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

thought to himself while looking

rougher while Choi Jung Soo’s became more

the two of their

family sword art. That

Han, who was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art, seemed to become similar to him for a moment before the two of

was to be

were different people and had

their true

filled their hearts with the same things

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

some mysterious roars in the air two

white attacked the

fought back against

Baaaaaang-

noise shook the training

in front of the

nobody was paying any attention to the shield. Even Raon himself was

yongs intertwining with

Baaaaang—!

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

then bared

cleverly tightened around the

Choi Han laughed.

first but he

there was nothing he could

was his way of

violent and

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

than before, he was

did not make him look unsightly.

dirty mud but waited and watched until the opponent ran wild to kill it off in an

art was so beautiful that the Sword Demon

couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

the black

the God of Death after dying, had definitely changed but

held

was also

was full of the determination to protect the thing he had

and sharpened it

be

clenched his

no one to protect

Jung Soo’s voice

unfamiliar

you’re

let out a

“No way.”

was slowly

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

without caring about

point, that was how his sword had

was Choi Han’s

forward before his friends got

was

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

in his black aura that was full of despair as if

Soo would not

could not

after sensing

Clang!

well even

his eyes while listening to Choi

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you don’t

with the smile still

The sword art you gave me was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce through the sky and become

swung his sword without

his attacks with the smile now gone from

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

training ground was being destroyed in multiple places

a simple spar. However, the two of them did not

not even slightly heavy but their swords and their yongs were

might be why the two of their conversation was buried in the explosion that

text was a bit

Choi Han had been

Is that really the

Jung Soo

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

the other hand, Choi Han did

to violently swing his black aura around while

Sky Sword. Such rumors would not spread for no reason. However, is what you gave me

Choi Jung Soo gave him

Soo when

martial art suited me quite

that martial art

through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were visible in the

text was a martial arts text with your thoughts