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-

pebbles of light almost exploded out of his

black aura started to

the form of

and rough but had its mouth shut as if it had been silent

Soo closed his eyes the moment he saw

‘They’re the same.’

black yong’s eyes

that you could only

Han and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

to go since my esteemed paternal cousin once

Soo

pulled out

shabby iron sword came

Ooooooooong-

aura poured out of his sword and

the moment

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

been a beautiful yong at that time as well, but now… 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

thought to himself while looking at the two

Han’s became even rougher while Choi

origin of the two of their

Choi family sword art. That

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

to be

them were different people and

two of their true

their hearts with the same things

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

mysterious roars in the air two

white attacked

fought back against

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook

in

attention to the

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

Baaaaang—!

Soo turned his

then

yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the black yong to suffocate

Choi Han laughed.

first but he was doing

there was nothing he could

his way

and

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

he was more detailed than before, he

did not make him look

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

beautiful that the Sword Demon title

couldn’t help but

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

sword arts were

created the black yong

the God of Death after dying, had definitely

sword held loneliness in

also full

was full of the determination to protect the thing he

have sharpened it and sharpened it some more for

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

clenched his eyes

one to protect

Choi Jung Soo’s voice at

was even more unfamiliar and awkward

once removed, you’re going to lose

out a

“No way.”

was slowly becoming

the Forest of Darkness for such a long time that he could not even count the

caring about

point, that was how

Choi

step forward before his friends got hurt and wanted

was

be great if he defeated the enemy, but even if he didn’t,

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

not have been able

could

sword after sensing a stealthy aura approaching

Clang!

block so well even with

opened his eyes while listening

Jung Soo was laughing

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

if you

with the smile still

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

Han swung his sword

with the smile now gone

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

was being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions

spar. However, the two of them

swords and their yongs were

of their conversation was buried in the explosion that

was a

had been contemplating things while looking

that really the Sky Sword of

Soo became

stiff expression on his face. He simply swung his

other hand, Choi Han did not stop

continued to violently swing his

spread for no reason. However,

gave him was not labeled

just believed Choi Jung Soo when he said it was the

art suited me quite

that martial art way too

the writer’s hidden thoughts

martial arts text with your