The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

"Are you ready?" Deng Shentong's urging voice came from outside the room. Zhang Yi quickly zipped up his combat uniform to the highest position, then held the Holy Judge tightly in his hand, and then strode out.

The newly built martial arts arena in Blizzard City is very spacious, with no end in sight. The huge glass dome allows the skylight to shine into the arena without reservation, making the entire martial arts arena extremely bright.

Zhang Yi subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and after his eyes gradually adjusted to the light outside, he slowly lowered his arm.

However, when he saw the silver-haired man waiting outside, he froze in place as if he had been cast under a spell.

Deng Shentong tied his waist-length silver hair up into a neat ponytail, revealing his smooth forehead and delicate facial features. His eyes were clear and deep, like the brightest stars in the night sky, making people unconsciously want to indulge in them.

What attracts the most attention is the slender body perfectly wrapped in a tight training suit, which outlines the graceful and slender curves of the man's body and exudes a unique charm.

Zhang Yi never thought that Deng Shentong, who seemed lazy and casual on weekdays, would have such a heroic side.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a sword about to be unsheathed, exuding unparalleled confidence and dominance from head to toe.

Zhang Yi came back to his senses and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Deng Shentong smiled slightly, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "Why are you staring at me? Haven't you seen me before?"

Zhang Yi has always been thick-skinned. Even though he was exposed by Deng Shentong, he still said stubbornly, "No! I was just thinking about training."

Deng Shentong smiled and stopped teasing him. He said seriously, "Don't you always want to compete with aliens? Only those low-level enhancement aliens are willing to fight with you. This is of no help."

Zhang Yi scratched his head, he knew that Deng Shentong was right.

When he came to a place like the martial arts arena, the aliens who were competing actually just treated him as a joke. Only a few low-level Alpha aliens who had lost their self-confidence would fight with him. Those guys were no different from stronger ordinary people and were of no help to Zhang Yi at all.

Although some martial arts masters can rely on their own powerful abilities to compete with extraordinary people, such as Liang Yue, but even if Zhang Yi has countless combat experiences, he is still no match for those geniuses who have practiced martial arts since childhood.

It can be said that any elite master from the Yanyun Guard can easily defeat him.

"So, I found a powerful opponent for you." Deng Shentong said as he stretched his muscles.

Zhang Yi frowned: "Who?"

"Who else could it be?" Deng Shentong tilted his head, and a hint of playfulness that was inconsistent with his age flashed in his beautiful eyes, which was really likable.

Zhang Yi felt like he was scratching his heart. He coughed and looked away: "My dear master, you know I'm new here and don't know anyone. Just tell me."

"Ha, I can't even guess that." Deng Shentong chuckled, pointed at his nose, raised his eyebrows and said: "Is there anyone in Blizzard City who is stronger than me?"

"what?"

Zhang Yi was horrified, thinking to himself: With his mediocre martial arts skills, any Beta-level alien could easily pin him to the ground and rub him mercilessly. And now he had to fight the powerful Ipsilon directly?

He suspected that Deng Shentong was not really training him, but simply wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Captain, isn't this a bit too much..." In a moment of nervousness, Zhang Yi accidentally called the wrong name.

"Hmm? What did I say before?" Deng Shentong frowned, his tone full of sarcasm, "You don't even dare to accept a challenge of this level, how dare you call me captain? Our Tianshen team is not a place where any low-class people can be accepted."

At this moment, the staff members at a distance from the martial arts arena cast envious and jealous glances. They gnashed their teeth, their hearts filled with resentment and injustice.

To be able to receive such a precious opportunity to receive personal guidance from Lord Erlang Shen is an honor that countless strangers in Blizzard City dream of!

What virtue and ability did this seemingly ordinary guy have to enjoy such treatment? Not only that, he even dared to be picky and make excuses here! It was really infuriating!

What on earth did Lord Erlang see in this boy? ! He was just a servant.

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth, knowing that he couldn't escape today, "Okay, I get it! Come on."

Deng Shentong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile: "That's right! Show me all your skills and let me see if you have made any progress in these days." As he spoke, he exerted force on his feet and pounced towards Zhang Yi like a cannonball.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, tightly grasped the Holy Judgment in his hand, and held it across his chest. He put on a look of being ready for battle, and stared intently at the rapidly approaching Deng Shentong.

In the blink of an eye, Deng Shentong had already approached, raised his leg and kicked Zhang Yi in the chest with great force.

Zhang Yi did not dare to delay and quickly raised the Holy Judgment to try to block the attack.

However, Deng Shentong's slender body burst out with amazing strength. Although Zhang Yi tried his best to resist, he was still shocked by the huge force and took several steps back before he could barely stabilize his body.

Deng Shentong's attack became more and more fierce and fierce. His long ponytail swung around his body like a whip. His speed became faster and faster, like a storm, making Zhang Yi overwhelmed.

Sweat slid down his wheat-colored skin into his collar, quickly soaking his entire back.

But Zhang Yi did not give up easily. He gritted his teeth and continued to wave the Holy Judgment, struggling to resist the opponent's wave after wave of fierce attacks.

He knew that Deng Shentong was able to exert such a strong suppression force without using his supernatural power. It seemed that in the past year, his opponent's progress was no less than his own.

As time went by, Zhang Yi gradually adapted to Deng Shentong's attack rhythm and keenly captured every subtle flaw of his.

When confronting an opponent like Deng Shentong who is good at fierce attacks, it is naturally impossible to win if you only rely on skills.

His advantages naturally lie in his endurance and physique. Relying on this, he plans to first block Deng Shentong's attack, then delay time and consume the opponent's physical energy.

As time passed, Deng Shentong naturally saw Zhang Yi's intention. He gradually slowed down his attack, snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Just defending will not work... Are you looking for my flaws?"

At this moment, Zhang Yi was already sweating profusely, with sweat running down his forehead and even soaking his eyelashes. Just as the sweat was about to slide into his eyes, he blinked reflexively.

"Unfortunately, I'm also looking for your flaws!"

Zhang Yi saw a white figure flash past his eyes, and then Deng Shentong rushed in front of him like a ghost.

Using the force of his left foot to push off the ground, he swung his right leg hard, like a ferocious dragon, kicking at the Holy Judgment in Zhang Yi's hand with the force of thunder and lightning, while heading straight for the opponent's face.

At this critical moment, the situation suddenly changed dramatically. Zhang Yi chuckled, and then a pair of big hands grabbed Deng Shentong's knees like iron pliers.

Deng Shentong's eyes flashed with surprise, but his reaction speed was extremely quick. He just hooked his toes lightly, trying to quickly break free from the restraints.

However, how could Zhang Yi let him succeed so easily? He suddenly exerted force with both hands and actually lifted Deng Shentong's entire body high up. Then, he suddenly exerted force with his waist and threw Deng Shentong out with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Deng Shentong was in mid-air, but he showed extraordinary skills. He turned over flexibly, his movements were graceful and neat, and finally landed steadily on the ground.

"Not bad, you." Deng Shentong raised a smile, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "Finally, I find it a little interesting."

Zhang Yi raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, breathing slightly heavily, and looked at Deng Shentong in front of him with firm eyes.

He knew that he had only gained initial recognition from Deng Shentong, and the truly difficult test had just begun.