God Of Destruction

Zhi Hao was annoyed and tired. Every day, from dawn to dusk, he swung his sword thousands of times in his spacious backyard, hoping that there would be progress in his abilities. However, each time, all he felt was deep fatigue and mounting frustration. His body was sweaty, his muscles tensed, but his skills remained in the same place.

In the silence of the night, Zhi Hao sat pensively by the pool. The reflection of his face in the pool water showed a look of deep disappointment. "Being the first son should bring blessings, but mewill only be a source of disappointment," he muttered softly. Shame haunted every corner of his mind, especially when he remembered the ridicule and insults he often received because he was considered weak.

Zhi Hao took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in his heart. "Will my life continue like this, trapped in helplessness with no hope of growth?" he asked himself. He knew his family, especially his father, expected more from him.

In his despair, Zhi Hao looked up at the sky sprinkled with stars. "Should I give upOr keep trying without a clear direction?" His heart whispered looking for an answer. He knew he didn't want to continue to be insulted or ridiculed. However, what can it do if everything seems predestined?

That night, Zhi Hao decided that the next day he would look for another teacher, study martial arts from a different angle.

Maybe, somewhere else, in another way, he could find a way to prove himself, not only to his family, but especially to himself.

*

dawn had just broken on the eastern horizon, but Zhi Hao had already woken up and prepared himself to face a challenging day.

His sword equipment hung from his waist, gleaming in the soft morning light.

Even though he was known as the Young Master of the Zhi Clan with extraordinary swordsmanship, the views of the people around him were nothing more than pity. They saw him, but their eyes were blank, as if Zhi Hao was a shadow without substance.

What's the point of being proficient in swordsmanship without being able to use Energy. Even with a ten year old child, Zhi Hao lost the fight. Where one uses Energy while he only uses Physical Energy which cannot attack long distances.

Zhi Hao took a deep breath, rubbing his face which had not completely fallen asleep from the night's sleep. "This is the fate of the Eldest Son of the Zhi Clan. So pathetic," he muttered softly, his voice filled with deep disappointment. Every word spoken carried a burden of sadness that only he could feel.

Suddenly, light steps were heard approaching and a voice greeted, "Oh Brother. Where are you going so early in the morning?"

Zhi Long, his younger brother, appeared with a big smile on his face. However, behind that smile, Zhi Hao could read the lack of sincerity. He knew that all the kindness that Zhi Long showed was just a mask that hid his true intentions.

Zhi Hao turned his head, his eyes staring deeply at his sister, trying to penetrate the mask Zhi Long was wearing. in a more steady voice, he said, "Junior Brother, you will be the heir in the future. Take care of the Clan." His words were not only a message, but also a warning and hope that Zhi Long would carry out this mandate more properly.

With heavy steps, Zhi Hao continued his journey, leaving Zhi Long still standing there with a smile that was slowly fading.

The cool morning breeze blew the dry leaves on the street, accompanying Zhi Hao's increasingly distant steps, as if he understood the burden he was carrying.

"Elder Mo. Make sure he doesn't come back!"

An Elder suddenly appeared, he was Zhi Long's protector. "Yes Young Master." Elder Mo disappeared again like smoke.

**

Young Master Zhi Hao with firm steps left the magnificent Zhi Clan residence. "On his back, he was carrying a leather bag containing clothes and a sword inherited from Madam," someone reported.

behind the window curtains, Patriarch Zhi watched the now distant figure of his last son, trying hard to hide his anguish. With heavy feelings, he ordered his personal guards to protect Zhi Hao from a distance without him knowing.

"Go and make sure he is safe," Patriarch Zhi ordered in a firm but worried voice. The bodyguard nodded as he bowed, then immediately moved quickly and efficiently, following the Young Master's footsteps from a distance.

After the Guards left, Patriarch Zhi returned to the solitude of his study. He stood at the edge of the window, looking at the sky that was starting to darken about to rain, talking to himself, "I'm sorry, Wei. I promised to look after your son, but I couldn't do it."

***

in the heart of Linggau City, the Zhi Clan spreads its wings as an invincible clan, rivaled only by one more Clan at the top of the hierarchy.

The deadly Lightning Sword Technique, the proud symbol of the Zhi Clan, was a perfect combination of the speed of lightning and the ferocity of a storm.

However, unfortunately, the Zhi Clan's eldest son was known as 'Trash.' A heartbreaking and painful title, which if it didn't exist, the Zhi Clan might have long occupied the supreme throne.

His name was Zhi Hao, and the reputation as 'Trash' accompanied him like a dark shadow.

At that time, in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the Linggau City market.

Bang!

A brutal kick landed on Zhi Hao's back. A roar of surprise echoed through the crowd.

With burning determination, Zhi Hao got up. His eyes flashed with fire as he shot the perpetrator a sharp gaze. "Why did you kick me?" he raged as he tightly gripped the hilt of the sword left behind by his mother.

"Kicking 'Trash' needs a reason?" replied the kicker sarcastically, flanked by two guards ready to draw swords.

Furious, Zhi Hao gritted his teeth, burning shame and anger roiling in his chest. With dust-stained clothes and wounded pride, Zhi Hao knew that the day was not just about surviving, but about recovering the honor that had been trampled on. However, what can he do without strength?

"He's nothing. Trash that's not worth even touching!" Xiao Bei laughed at the insulted Zhi Hao, his arrogance spreading like a plague.

Zhi Hao suppressed his anger, chewed a pill of bitterness, and walked away without a word.

"Tch, how embarrassing! They say the strongest Clan? but look, he received insults without replying!" Xiao Bei insulted in a cynical tone, adding insult to injury to the already torn pride.

Zhi Hao gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the turmoil in his chest.

"Brother Bei, how dare he? His family just threw him away fighting Brother Bei, isn't that the same as giving in to humiliation?" Xiao Lui chimed in, standing to the side, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

Around them, a crowd began to gather, watching this heartbreaking scene. However, no one cared or made a move to help Zhi Hao, the "useless trash of the Zhi Clan". Her privacy and dignity had all been stolen in front of an indifferent public.

Zhi Hao knew that if he stayed there, he would only continue to be humiliated. Even though he was furious and seething with anger, acting impulsively wouldn't change anything. "If I act rashly, it will only lead to my destruction. Who would help me? My father? The clan? That's completely impossible." He thought to himself as he took steps to leave.

Zhi Hao clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the rage burning in his chest. Every word Xiao Bei spat at him was like acid corroding his pride and heart. He knew that every moment spent in that place would only deepen his suffering.

"You are nothing but trash beneath our feet!" Xiao Bei shouted, his voice dripping with disdain. His words echoed in Zhi Hao's ears, stabbing deep into his exhausted soul.

Bang! Another brutal kick landed.

Xiao Bei's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he watched Zhi Hao stagger from the impact.

"Leave, before I humiliate you even further!" Xiao Bei sneered, shoving Zhi Hao with his foot.

Zhi Hao felt blood trickling from the corner of his lips, a bitter reminder of the pain that ran deeper than physical wounds. His heart was shattered, but he knew he had to keep his head cool. "Fighting you now won't restore my honor. I need power-enough strength to surpass you, to take my revenge," he whispered to himself.

"Look, it's Zhi Hao, the trash of the Zhi Clan!" a young man from the crowd jeered, followed by bursts of laughter from others.

"Maybe he's just an adopted child, which is why he can't inherit the Zhi Clan's strength," someone remarked.

"A pathetic orphan with no shame!" another added with a mocking tone.

Each word hurled at him felt like shards of glass cutting into his already wounded heart.

Zhi Hao gripped his sword tightly, his eyes reddened, but he refused to shed tears before them.

His feet moved faster, leaving behind the growing taunts and ridicule.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the city, Zhi Hao found a large, shady tree that seemed to offer him a brief escape from the cruel world.

He sat down, his back leaning against the sturdy trunk. His trembling hands covered his face, trying to hide the invisible wounds. The soft breeze carried a silence that contrasted with the vicious hatred he had just endured.

Under that tree, Zhi Hao took deep breaths, attempting to dispel the echoes of mockery and regain some strength. He knew this wasn't the end-this was merely a test of a power he had yet to discover.

Suddenly, a shadow moved from above, descending swiftly from the very tree Zhi Hao was leaning against.

Zhi Hao, still aching from Xiao Bei's torment and the countless insults, was startled by the sharp sound of cutting wind.

Swoosh!

A blade darted toward his neck, aiming to sever a life that he himself thought was already worthless. But in an instant, another sword clashed with the attack, deflecting it with force.

Clang!

Sparks erupted as the blades collided.

Zhi Hao rolled to the side, instinctively avoiding the dangerous crossfire. His heart pounded as he realized someone had just tried to end his life.

"Run, Young Master!" a tense voice called out.

The voice jolted Zhi Hao's memory. It was Wang, a familiar figure from his past visits to his father.

Ignoring the pain surging through his body, Zhi Hao forced himself to run, stumbling forward as he obeyed Wang's command. His instincts screamed at him-his life now hung by a thread, dependent on every step he took.

"Hahaha! Do you really think you can stop me?" a deep, chilling voice sneered. The cloaked figure raised his hand, swiftly pulling his sword back.

Wang sighed, preparing for what would surely be a grueling battle. "If you want to kill Young Master Zhi, you'll have to step over my dead body first. Who are you?" he challenged, his voice calm yet firm.

A cold chuckle escaped from beneath the attacker's hood. "Hahaha. You don't need to know who I am. What matters is that he must die. If you wish to die first, I'll gladly oblige."

With blinding speed, the figure lunged at Wang, his sword flashing with deadly precision. Wang, his years of experience kicking in, dodged the strike and drew his own blade.

The air was filled with the sound of steel clashing.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Sparks flew as fierce strikes collided.

Boom!

Boom!

BANG!

"Oh, it's you! I should have known. Did you come under orders from the Second Young Master?" Wang asked, his voice dripping with suspicion as he locked eyes with Elder Mo.

Elder Mo, his wrinkled face reflecting the sharpness of his mind, no longer bothered to deny it. "Indeed, I came under his command. But do you really think I arrived unprepared, Wang?" he rasped with confidence.

A cruel smirk formed on Elder Mo's lips. "I have already sent two of my subordinates after him. He is as good as dead!" he declared, as if the battle was already won.

Elder Wang raised an eyebrow, unshaken. "Why bother killing him? He's not even the heir, despite being the eldest son." He taunted, trying to find cracks in Elder Mo's resolve.

Without wasting another moment-

"Lightning Sword Technique-Thunder Strike!" Elder Mo roared, his voice booming like a storm. A crackling blue lightning bolt formed at the tip of his sword, flashing toward Wang with immense speed.

Slash!

Whoosh!

Wang remained calm, lifting an eyebrow as a smirk played on his lips. "Oh? So you've mastered the Zhi Clan's sword techniques. I never expected an outsider to wield it. It seems the Second Young Master no longer cares about his place in the Zhi Clan," he mocked. With a near-invisible movement, he swung his sword.

"Phantom Blade Technique-Twin Phantom Blades!"

Two identical sword images materialized beside him, slicing toward Elder Mo simultaneously.

Swoosh!

BOOM!

The two powerful techniques collided midair, resulting in a massive explosion. Dust and sparks erupted in every direction, and the deafening blast reverberated through the battlefield. Both warriors were forced back a few steps but quickly steadied themselves, their gazes locked in an unyielding battle of will-waiting to see who would make the next move in this deadly duel.

---

Deep in the shadowed forest near Linggau City, Zhi Hao continued his frantic escape, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the Zhi Clan.

The ominous forest was his only hope-a sanctuary where he could hide, survive, and nurture his growing hatred. Desperation and fear swirled within him as he realized he had nowhere else to go.

Sensing an imminent threat, he quickened his pace. In the distance, two figures gracefully leaped through the dense trees.

"Look at him, running around like a headless chicken!" one of the pursuers taunted, his laughter slicing through the eerie silence of the forest.

"We need to finish this quickly and return to assist Elder Mo. Let's not let him fight Wang alone," the other urged, swiftly drawing his blade.

With a rush of wind, one of them leaped high, executing a mid-air spin before landing directly in front of Zhi Hao.

Time seemed to freeze.

Zhi Hao's breath caught in his throat, fear surging through him as he realized his fate dangled by a fragile thread-his life now at the mercy of his enemies' arrogance.

In an instant, Zhi Hao twisted his body, dodging the incoming attack. As his opponent's sword slashed toward his head, he swiftly rolled to the side, narrowly escaping the fatal strike. Panting heavily, he quickly got to his feet and ran through the dense forest.

However, in his haste, his foot caught on an exposed tree root, as if the forest itself had set a trap for him. Zhi Hao fell hard, and the mocking laughter of his pursuers echoed around him. "Hahaha, are you catching crickets or something?" one of them jeered with a sneer.

Anger burned within Zhi Hao's chest. With a voice choked by fury, he shot back, "Crickets, my ass! Damn you!" His heart boiled with shame and rage.

In the midst of his frustration, a new figure suddenly appeared beside him. The man wielded a gleaming sword, ready to strike. Reacting instinctively, Zhi Hao unsheathed the sword at his waist, his sharp eyes locking onto this unexpected opponent.

Clang!

A powerful clash sent Zhi Hao's sword flying. Clearly, relying solely on his physical strength without energy was not enough to counter his enemy's strike.

Zhi Hao panted, his eyes fixed on the two figures standing arrogantly before him. His weapon, now out of reach, left him defenseless, sending a chill down his spine. The two men, reveling in their advantage, exchanged glances as if plotting a cruel game.

"You can't run anymore, can you?"

"Of course not! Look at his legs shaking," one of them scoffed, pointing at Zhi Hao's slightly trembling legs.

"Who wouldn't tremble before death? Hahaha. So, which one of us gets to finish him off?" the other asked, laughing loudly as if this were some sort of party rather than an impending murder.

They chuckled among themselves, feeling completely in control of Zhi Hao's fate. "How about we play rock-paper-scissors first?" one of them suggested, treating the situation like a child's game rather than a deadly confrontation.

Zhi Hao swallowed hard, desperately searching for an opportunity-even as a part of him believed this was the end. Beneath his fear, however, anger simmered, refusing to let him die at their hands.

Wei quickly formed a fist, signaling 'rock,' while his companion, with a sour expression, revealed 'paper.'

Wei burst into laughter, his joy echoing through the trees. "Rock, paper, scissors!" he exclaimed again, fueling their competitive spirit.

"Let's go again. You cheated!" his friend accused, eyes narrowing suspiciously, lips pursed in dissatisfaction.

Wei furrowed his brows, annoyed. "A loss is a loss, just admit it. What's so hard about that?" he scoffed, crossing his arms with a piercing gaze.

"Come on, I wasn't ready," his friend countered, trying to keep his tone calm, though his body remained tense, prepared for another round.

Meanwhile, Zhi Hao carefully observed the two fools bickering. The corner of his lips curled slightly-an opportunity had presented itself. This was his chance to exploit their distraction for his own survival. His eyes locked onto the sword lying not far from them-the sword that carried the memories of his mother.

With nearly silent movements, Zhi Hao crawled toward the weapon, taking each step cautiously to avoid rustling any leaves or stepping on stray twigs. Finally, his fingers brushed against the sword's hilt, and he gripped it tightly.

Bang!

Suddenly, a kick from behind sent him sprawling to the ground, his sword slipping from his grasp.

Wei, having noticed Zhi Hao's subtle movements, stood with heavy breaths, his gaze blazing as he loomed over the fallen boy. "Did you really think you could take advantage of our argument, you worthless piece of trash?" Wei sneered, his voice dripping with menace.

Zhi Hao had no words left to say.

The forest was dark and dense, illuminated only by slivers of sunlight filtering through the canopy. Their laughter echoed through the trees, breaking the tense silence.

Suddenly, two large wolves emerged from the undergrowth, their red eyes glowing menacingly, their dark fur absorbing what little light remained.

Both men stiffened but quickly prepared themselves. "Wei, keep an eye on the boy. I'll deal with these two wolves first!" one of them commanded, his voice firm and unwavering. Without waiting for a response, he leaped forward, sword raised.

The wolves growled, their sharp fangs glistening, ready to strike. But with swift and precise movements, he swung his blade.

Slash! The sound of steel slicing through flesh filled the air, cutting the first wolf's cry short.

Slash! His second strike was just as quick, slashing through the second wolf that attempted to attack from the side.

Both wolves collapsed to the ground, their blood staining the dry leaves beneath them.

"Wei, where's the boy?" Dong's voice echoed through the withering trees.

Wei, still in shock, snapped out of his daze. His eyes widened, and his lips quivered. "I-I don't know, damn it! Where did he go?" Wei shouted, his voice high with panic and fear.

"What do you mean you don't know?! I told you to watch him!" Dong roared, frustration boiling over at Wei's carelessness.

Wei lowered his head, consumed by guilt. "There's no point arguing now. We need to find him. I know I messed up!" he admitted, his voice steadier but still shaken.

Without wasting another moment, they sprinted off, determined to track down Zhi Hao before it was too late. Dong moved swiftly with large strides, while Wei followed behind, burdened by his mistake.

---

Zhi Hao's eyes fluttered open, his breath hitching as he realized he was in an unfamiliar place. A mixture of awe and confusion swirled within him. "What happened?" he wondered, piecing together the recent events.

Just moments ago, he had only shifted slightly in his sitting position-yet now, he was somewhere completely different.

Amid his disorientation, the eerie silence of the forest was suddenly shattered by a deep, menacing growl.

Zhi Hao stood frozen, his eyes widening in terror as he spotted a massive black tiger emerging from the dense foliage. Its sleek, midnight-black fur gleamed faintly under the dim light that managed to pierce through the leaves.

The beast let out a guttural growl, its mere presence sending a chill down Zhi Hao's spine.

His heartbeat pounded against his ribs, cold sweat trickling down his back. "There has to be a way out of this," he thought, frantically scanning his surroundings for a branch or stone he could use as a weapon.

His gaze never wavered from the tiger, which was now steadily advancing toward him, its predatory eyes locked onto its prey.

"This situation is no different from before. Escaping from a crocodile only to land in a tiger's jaws. Am I really so special that misfortune keeps chasing me?" Zhi Hao murmured to himself, caught in a storm of internal turmoil.