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.”

Han’s sword started to roar at

Ooooooooong-

power with sparkling pebbles of light almost exploded out of his

black aura started to take

was the form of

had its mouth shut as if it had been silent in a deep location

Jung Soo closed his eyes the

‘They’re the same.’

Han and this black yong’s eyes

solitude and silence that you

Han and his black yong

In that case…

“Of course.”

my esteemed paternal cousin once removed is calling

Soo opened his

then pulled out his

shabby iron sword came out of its

Ooooooooong-

white aura poured out of his sword

hands tightened the moment he saw

yong from Choi Jung Soo’s memories he had seen in

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 almost

while looking at

even rougher while

origin of the two of their sword

sword art. That

was temporarily affected by Choi Jung Soo’s sword art,

was to be

them were different

the two of their true natures were

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

Oooooo-

Oooooong– oooooo–

moment they heard some mysterious

attacked

fought back against the

Baaaaaang-

extremely loud noise shook

in front of the

attention to the shield. Even Raon himself

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

Baaaaang—!

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

then bared its fangs

yong leisurely dodged and cleverly tightened around the

Choi Han laughed.

Choi Han to attack first but he was doing more attacking right

he could do about

his way of

violent and

Jung Soo was

It was smooth.

more detailed than before, he was

make him look unsightly. He looked

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

that the Sword Demon

couldn’t

Why?

‘They’re similar.’

arts were

created the black yong after seeing Choi Jung

the God of Death after dying, had

held loneliness in

also full

of the determination to protect the thing

sharpened it

be stealthy and sharp since he moved around alone to

clenched

one to protect

Soo’s voice at that

was even more unfamiliar and

once removed, you’re going to lose like

out a short

“No way.”

slowly becoming

and solitude that had built up in the Forest of Darkness for

caring about his

that was how his sword

was Choi

his friends got hurt and wanted the

he was

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

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

Jung Soo would not have been able

could

after sensing a stealthy aura

Clang!

even with your eyes

eyes while listening

Jung Soo was

Choi Han nonchalantly commented.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

you

Jung Soo’s face stiffened with the

was the thoughts of someone who wanted to pierce

Han swung his

Soo blocked his attacks with the

Baaaang, bang! Baaaaang!

being destroyed in multiple places and continuous explosions could be

destructive for being a simple spar.

swords and their yongs were slowly becoming even

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

text was a bit

Han had been contemplating things while

the Sky Sword of the Sword

Jung Soo became

expression on his face. He simply swung his sword toward

other hand, Choi Han

continued to violently swing his black aura around while

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

that Choi Jung Soo gave him was not labeled as

believed Choi Jung Soo when

art suited

that

tell after reading through the writer’s hidden thoughts that were

text with your thoughts in it,