Apocalypse

Kicking a thrashed tin I stared at the sunny sky feeling helpless, it's been five years since I embarked on this dangerous mission to take something safely and securely guarded by experts in the cultivation world in the interior of this particular world. I was born from the human world having being taken as a disciple of the strongest martial artist in the human world, I was chosen being the best disciple of my master back in the human world, even though my master doesn't have a single strand of cultivation he was still a formidable character in the human world, I had managed to reach the 1st level of the 1st degree realm after five years of intense training and humiliation with bullying. "isn't it that thrash". One of the cultivators that bullies me pointed out at me. " it's him definitely". the other said. Even though they were five in number their cultivation was something not to be looked down upon, the weakest was at the 2nd level of the 1st degree realm as for the strongest he was at the 5th level of the 1st degree realm, so dealing with me was akin to an hand crushing an ant. I stared at the strongest among them wishing I could use my eyes to tear him apart. "why haven't you bowed that dog head of yours, after seeing the disciple of a management Elder of the suncloud school". one of the boys said. I didn't reply and continue to stare hard at the so called disciple. "humph" one of the boys let out a snort it was the one with the lowest cultivation, he gathered up entirely all of his martial energy into his fist and sent it straight to my face, I didn't dodge because I practically couldn't I was already stupefied, I was struck by the fist in a split second and I was sent flying over an hundred metres and smashed heavily to the ground, I couldn't move my body at all I lied on the floor like a dying dog and my body was badly mutilated beyond recognition.