My Uncle is the Strongest Dark Mage

Chapter 56

Clang!

With the sound of metal striking metal, Wrath was sent flying backward.

Wrath, who had just inflicted the same fate upon his enemies, was now slammed into the cliff.

Then, a man in a white robe descended upon the water and spoke to Do-Cheol, who had been freed from Wrath's grasp.

"Are you okay?"

"Damn it."

Do-Cheol rose from his spot, wiping the blood streaming from his forehead with his left hand.

With a furrowed brow, as if his brain was shaken and causing dizziness, he confirmed his well-being with a curse.

'What on earth is he?'

Even a 7-star martial artist like himself couldn't react to the sudden ambush before him.

Looking around, all he could see were his subordinates writhing in pain from the opponent's single strike.

Professional-level individuals were all neutralized with just one attack.

It was no wonder, as the opponent's recent action was not just releasing magic power like a shockwave.

Everyone who had fallen seemed to have internal injuries, as evidenced by the blood trickling from their mouths.

It was damage to internal organs using magic power emitted in the form of a shockwave.

It was an extremely precise manipulation of internal energy, applying the principle of penetrating force.

Just from that one move, it was clear he was no ordinary martial artist.

"Oh, you startled me."

Like Do-Cheol, Wrath got up, touching his head.

His appearance showed no sign of injury.

On the contrary, the hand of the man who had attacked felt numb.

The tip of the sword trembled with the subtle shaking of his hand.

Glancing at it, the man in the robe, Yeoryul, deduced the identity of his opponent and provided the answer to Do-Cheol's confusion.

"It's 'Wrath'."

Unlike other countries, the Hwan Empire did not have a clear system for linguistic unity.

It was a nation formed by the unification of several previously divided countries, resulting in multiple languages coexisting within one nation.

While there was a standard language in the Hwan Empire, the population was far larger than other countries, and there was no systematic educational system like that of the Elemental Kingdom, so many citizens were unaware of the standard language.

The words the opponent had just uttered were certainly in the language of the Hwan Empire.

However, mixed within that accent was a distinct awkwardness typical of a dialect.

If the person were from another country, they would have learned the standard language of the Hwan Empire first, so the presence of a dialect accent suggested he was likely from a region within the Hwan Empire.

Along with that characteristic, his massive physique and skin so tough that it showed no scratches even from a 7-star martial artist's attack.

All these conditions pointed to only one individual.

Wrath of the Seven Deadly Sins of the Dark District.

A monster who, during the conflict between the Twin Ghosts and the Death King, single-handedly invaded the headquarters of the Twin Ghosts Guardians, causing near-annihilation damage.

At that time, Do-Cheol and Yeoryul had died during their mission in the Elemental Kingdom, so they had only heard of him through stories; this was their first time seeing him in person.

And the power he displayed in person was indeed formidable.

"So the information was leaked from the start."

Wrath of the Seven Deadly Sins of the Dark District was on the move.

This situation far exceeded the assumption that someone from the Dark District had sold information to the Elemental Royal Family.

The direct threat from one of the Seven Deadly Sins implied that there was an order from the Death King behind it.

"Why is the Dark District interfering with our mission? We haven't caused them any harm."

This was different from when they fought against the Twin Ghosts and the Death King.

In fact, this mission could even be beneficial to the Dark District.

As the relationship between the Elemental Kingdom and the Hwan Empire deteriorated due to the terror from the Twin Ghosts Guardians, the Dark District could profit from the situation.

Therefore, they never imagined that the Dark District would directly intervene like this.

"You died and came back to life, didn't you?"

Wrath approached slowly, loosening his body.

It felt like a massive mountain range was approaching, overwhelming Do-Cheol and Yeoryul.

"We're a bit interested in who's behind that. It would be great if you could surrender and come quietly."

Lies.

He was exuding such a menacing aura that it seemed he would attack any moment.

"......."

Their faces showed expressions of dismay at his words.

They never thought they were connected to that side.

It was fortunate that they weren't directly involved with the Twin Ghosts Guardians, but at the same time, it was bad news that the Dark District might be in opposition to the Twin Ghosts Guardians.

"Understood. We'll disclose all the information we know later. Can you let us go for now?"

They needed to get out of this situation first.

With that thought, they spoke urgently, but Wrath's laughter only grew more violent upon hearing their words.

"Oman said that to escape from the Underworld to the Mortal World, the perpetrator would likely be a Supernatural Power User with special abilities or a Black Mage who defies the laws of reality."

And such a being would certainly have placed restrictions on these two.

Unlike Dekken Nasara and Freddy, who were swept up in their uprising, or Intel, the Black Mage who barely reached 5 stars, these two, as 7-star martial artists with relatively intact memories, would definitely have such restrictions.

It was almost a miraculous coincidence that Intel, with his relatively intact memory, discovered the name 'Immortal King'.

They must have been imprinted with restrictions deep within their souls not to reveal anything about their existence or the passage between the Underworld and the Mortal World.

"Please don't run away. It's annoying to chase after you."

So, negotiation was impossible.

They would have to take them to Oman and extract everything in their heads.

"It would be best if you stayed still like before. If you resist and die, it will be a loss for both of us."

It was already an unbelievable thing to be revived from the Underworld once.

No matter how chaotic the King of the Underworld was, he wouldn't make such a grave mistake twice.

If they died again, they would never return to the Mortal World.

With that reminder, Wrath unleashed his uncontrolled savagery and charged at them fiercely.

"Do you think we'll fall for that again!"

This time was different.

Do-Cheol accurately reacted to Wrath's movements, contracting his muscles and extending both arms forward.

Pa-Cheon-Su-Ra-Gong.

Magic power concentrated in Do-Cheol's wrists.

The magic power, tearing through space in the form of dark red lightning, surged forward.

It collided with Wrath's fist, sending a massive shockwave rippling outward.

"Ugh!"

It was heavy.

It felt like the bones in his arms were about to break.

But he managed to deflect the attack just barely.

With a gleam in his eyes, Do-Cheol lunged deep into Wrath's embrace.

Boom!

Iron Mountain Strike, using his shoulder to mercilessly strike Wrath's solar plexus.

The impact was so strong that the ground where the two stood caved in.

However, despite this, the displaced valley water continued to swirl around them, unable to enter the hole.

Originally, the magic power of the Pa-Cheon-Su-Ra-Gong would have shattered the opponent's ribs and penetrated to turn the heart and lungs into mush.

Contrary to that expectation, it was Do-Cheol, not Wrath, who grimaced.

Though he was the one attacking, the moment he collided with Wrath, the recoil broke his bones.

As the pain sent his body flying backward, Wrath grabbed Do-Cheol's head.

Without giving him a chance to resist, he smashed his knee into Do-Cheol's face.

"Gah!"

His cheekbone caved in.

Blood gushed from his overturned eyes as Do-Cheol was pushed back.

As Wrath pulled his knee back to deliver the finishing blow, Yeoryul's attack flew towards him.

Clang!

Using Shrink the Earth, he approached from behind Wrath and struck his neck with his sword.

But as expected, the sound of metal clashing echoed, and his blade couldn't penetrate the skin at all.

As if swatting away a mosquito, Wrath casually ignored Yeoryul's attack and once again smashed his knee into Do-Cheol's face with full force.

"This isn't the end with just this, right? If those muscles aren't just for show, that is."

And the third time.

Wrath, holding his head firmly, attacked his face with his knee once again.

"This bastard!"

But Do-Cheol wasn't just helplessly taking the hits three times in a row.

Simultaneously regaining consciousness, he blocked his face with his right arm.

Instead of his face, his arm bone shattered.

The muscles, grotesquely caved in, were pierced by the broken bone that jutted out in all directions.

Blood flowed thickly along the wound, drenching Do-Cheol's arm.

In that state, Do-Cheol twisted his arm and bent over.

Wrath's knee slid sideways along the softened, broken arm.

Paang!

And in that state, twisting his body, he raised his left palm high into the sky.

The crimson lightning of the Pa-Cheon-Su-Ra-Gong precisely struck Wrath's jaw.

An attack focused on a single point.

The shockwave soared high into the sky, sweeping away all the clouds and painting a circular blue sky.

"That one actually hurt a bit."

Not budging an inch from the attack, Wrath smirked directly at Do-Cheol's face.

And this time, he slammed his forehead into Do-Cheol's face.

Swoooosh.

With that attack, the perception that had slowed to a crawl returned to normal.

As time, which had almost come to a standstill, resumed its flow, the valley water that had been suspended in midair began to fall to the ground all at once.

The valley water rose into the pit where Do-Cheol and Wrath stood.

As Do-Cheol, unconscious, collapsed into it, the pooled valley water turned blood-red.

"...Are you a monster?"

I had heard the stories.

The strongest physique on earth.

One who has perfected a body that no one in this world, except the Absolutes, can challenge.

When he attacked the main force of the Twin Ghosts Guardians in the past, I heard he inflicted near-annihilation damage on them without a single scratch, but honestly, I thought it was an exaggeration until I saw it with my own eyes.

Because there were superhumans of the 8th Realm mixed in with them at the time.

'His movements are violent.'

No technique.

No finesse.

No elegance.

All that exists are crude punches and kicks.

Perhaps to them, using techniques isn't even worth the effort.

Yet, Yeoryul couldn't get angry at all.

No, rather, he accepted it as a given.

Because he was strong.

To the extent that no method of opposition was visible.

"If you run, you die."

There's no answer other than running away like this.

The moment he thought that, Yeoryul's body trembled at the sound of the voice.

"I realized from watching your movements just now. If you're determined to escape, I can't catch you while holding back."

It's better to kill you than let you escape.

Saying that, Wrath turned his back on the fallen Do-Cheol and spread his arms wide to the sides.

"Instead, I'll let you hit me once for free. Unleash your best attack."

"...Thank you."

He knew everything from the fight so far.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't inflict even the slightest damage on that monstrous physique.

Yet, Yeoryul had no choice but to accept this opportunity.

"..."

He sheathed his sword.

He extended one foot forward.

In a stance as if he would charge at any moment.

And he closed his eyes, concentrating his mind.

Pung-Wol-Mu, 'Space Slash'.

Draw Sword, Sheath Slash.

Yeoryul's figure disappeared.

Shrink the Earth, dashing through space at high speed within the frozen time.

His movement was almost at the speed of light.

Accelerating to his maximum speed in a short time, Yeoryul swiftly swung his sword in front of Wrath.

Swoooosh!

A single slash that slaughtered everything around.

The valley was mercilessly sliced apart.

It extended beyond the cliff, causing everything on the gorge's bridge to collapse.

Complete destruction of the terrain.

The full force of a 7th Realm martial artist, altering the map's picture.

"That was quite impressive."

But even that didn't reach Wrath.

Blocked by just a single finger.

As the bridge, burnt out from accelerating beyond his control speed, tilted towards the ground, Yeoryul smirked.

Feeling a sense of satisfaction that he had made that monstrous being think about defense.

"..."

What's he smiling about, having been beaten so badly?

Looking down at the fallen man as if he were some strange creature, Wrath took out his smartphone.

"Hey, it's me. Mission accomplished."

-You didn't kill them, did you?

"Of course not. The last one used a surprisingly large-scale attack, which was dangerous, but they're all still alive."

I used magic power to control the range and prevented the others scattered around from being swept away.

Bragging about it, Wrath shrugged his broad shoulders.

-What about the terrain? You didn't turn the surroundings into a mess, did you?

"..."

-Sigh.

But what followed was not praise, but a reprimand.

Seeing that he was silent, it must have become a complete mess.

-You're such an idiot. I warned you not to do anything that would make the news, other than preventing harm to people.

"..."

-Forget it. It's my fault for expecting too much from you. Just bring back those you've captured quickly.

"Understood."

With that, the call was abruptly cut off.

With a bitter look on his face, staring blankly at the smartphone screen, Wrath's shoulders slumped heavily.