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

Chaos, once known as the "absolute defense", is unique in its dual abilities of time and space, and its ultra-long-range sniping skills allow it to always keep itself in a safe position.

Over time, people subconsciously felt that his relatively weak melee ability would become his fatal weakness.

Zhang Yi naturally knows this better than anyone else, but he has enough time and experience to try to make changes.

After returning from rebirth, he knew that he no longer had the resources he had in his previous life, so he could only work hard to improve his physical fitness. But even so, he could not ensure that he would have the upper hand in the competition with Deng Shentong.

Especially after returning from the trip to the snowfield, after a year of life and death trials, he had to double the efforts to stimulate the limits of this ordinary person's physical strength because he had lost his supernatural powers.

However, what Zhang Yi did not expect was that even so, he could only barely tie with Deng Shentong who did not use his superpowers.

Although Deng Shentong had made progress and was happy for the other party deep down in his heart, a strong sense of frustration still surged over him like a tide.

He couldn't always hide behind Deng Shentong and play the role of the one who kept asking for things. This kind of dependence on others made him feel uneasy and guilty, as if he had become a parasite that could not grow independently.

Zhang Yi longs to get out of this predicament and show his true value and ability. He hopes that Deng Shentong will look at him straight in the eye for a moment instead of treating him as a pet for entertainment.

"Why are you stunned? Are you scared now?" At this time, Deng Shentong tilted his head, looked at him with interest, a playful smile on his face, and said softly.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, but more of it was resoluteness. He held the knife tightly in his hand, as if it was the last straw in his life.

"I'm not afraid, come on!" he growled.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yi rushed towards Deng Shentong like an arrow from a bow, his speed was as fast as lightning, which was astonishing. The blade in his hand cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart, with endless power, which made people shudder.

Deng Shentong raised his lips slightly, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He dodged calmly, his movements light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Yi's wrist, and swung it hard, trying to throw him out with the knife. However, to his surprise, Zhang Yi stared at him intently, his eyes were firm and fierce. He adjusted his breathing, exerted force on his ankles, and stood firmly in place, as if he had taken root.

Deng Shentong frowned and sighed inwardly. Without using his supernatural powers, there was indeed a big difference in size between him and Zhang Yi.

Trying to shake such a huge guy, and not being able to use his supernatural powers, is indeed a big challenge to his strength.

Seeing Deng Shentong jump away, Zhang Yi swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at Deng Shentong with a sharp sound. Deng Shentong flashed and jumped back a step, easily dodging the attack.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi not only did not pause at all, but immediately rushed forward and launched a series of powerful and fierce attacks like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The long sword in his hand flashed cold rays in the air, and each strike contained tremendous power like an overwhelming force, as if it was going to split the enemy in front of him in half.

Deng Shentong, however, seemed to be able to handle such a fierce attack with ease. He dodged left and right in the midst of the swords and sabers with his flexible body, as elusive as a ghost. At the same time, he would occasionally seize the opportunity to strike back, with tricky and ruthless moves that made it difficult to defend against.

In this way, the two of them fought back and forth, neither giving in, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Their fight was so fierce that it attracted the attention of people around them, but no one really took it seriously. They just thought that Lord Erlang Shen was teasing his men.

No one would think that an Ipsilon-level mutant could be defeated by an ordinary person.

Zhang Yi's attacks became more and more fierce like a storm. He was like a ferocious beast, staring at the enemy in front of him.

Finally, he saw a perfect opportunity and rushed forward without hesitation, concentrating all his strength on the knife in his hand and swung it out fiercely.

Deng Shentong dodged sideways with quick and agile movements. However, just when he thought he had successfully avoided the attack, Zhang Yi made an unexpected move - he actually threw the Holy Judge out of his hand!

Before Deng Shentong could react, Zhang Yi rushed forward like a ghost, and his big hands grabbed the man's slender neck like iron clamps.

Zhang Yi's eyes were cold and sharp. He exerted force with his arms and actually lifted Deng Shentong up as if he was just an insignificant ant.

"Give up!" Zhang Yi roared, his voice was deafening and echoed throughout the space.

Deng Shentong's feet left the ground, his face turned pale due to lack of oxygen, but his eyes were still full of mockery and disdain. "You? You want me to admit defeat? Dream on!" He squeezed out these words with difficulty, and there was even a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Yi's anger was instantly ignited, and the strength in his hands unconsciously increased.

"Ahem... let go... of me..." Deng Shentong was strangled to the point of being almost unable to breathe. His originally pale cheeks were now flushed red, and his originally bright eyes began to be filled with mist. His long eyelashes were wet, as if they were wet with tears.

Zhang Yi looked at the scene in front of him, the evil fire in his heart burning fiercely, almost breaking through his reason.

He hated Deng Shentong's pretending to be strong! This man always challenged his bottom line in this way, making him fall into a vortex of tyranny and pity and unable to extricate himself.

At this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly felt a strong aura coming from behind him. He was startled and quickly let go of Deng Shentong and turned around to block it with his knife.

"Bang!" Zhang Yi was knocked back several steps, and his chest was filled with blood. When he saw who was coming, his eyes widened, "You?!"

Deng Shentong was standing behind him, and there was nothing in front of him. Seeing the silver-haired man with a playful smile on his face, Zhang Yi immediately realized that he was being fooled.

Deng Shentong's special ability can create an environment. With Zhang Yi's current level, it would be easy to make him fall into the trap without realizing it.

Deng Shentong was about to ridicule him when he noticed that Zhang Yi's expression was a little suspicious.

"What are you seeing in your illusion? Why do you have that expression?"

Seeing that Zhang Yi's ears were visibly red, what could Deng Shentong not understand?

His eyes focused, and the supernatural power in his body burst out instantly, and his body moved behind Zhang Yi like lightning. Then, he raised his foot mercilessly and kicked Zhang Yi's back fiercely.

Zhang Yi was totally unprepared for this sudden attack and was kicked out without any defense. He fell heavily to the ground with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Yi, who fell to the ground, endured the pain in his body and climbed up from the ground with difficulty. At this moment, he truly felt the huge gap in strength between himself and the alien.

He secretly sighed in his heart, realizing that he had always been short-sighted and thought he was very powerful. He never expected that he would be so vulnerable in front of a truly powerful person.

"Okay, let's stop here for today's training." Deng Shentong clapped his hands with disgust, as if he was not satisfied with Zhang Yi's performance.

Zhang Yi was still a little confused when he heard Deng Shentong's words. He looked up blankly at Deng Shentong and asked subconsciously, "Ah?"

Deng Shentong glared at him when he saw this, and said unhappily, "What's with that expression on your face? Why do you still look unsatisfied? Do you think I was too gentle just now? I'm not going to let you enjoy it!"

Zhang Yi finally came back to his senses. He waved his hands and stammered, "No... no, no! Thank you very much for your guidance, Master!"

He secretly complained in his heart, wondering how he could be so careless and make a mistake at this time. If he made Deng Shentong unhappy, he would have a hard time in the future.

Looking at Zhang Yi's frightened expression, Deng Shentong couldn't help feeling a little proud.

He smiled slightly, his tone softened, and said, "You don't have to be afraid. Even if you don't have superpowers, you can still learn other ways of fighting."

Zhang Yi nodded repeatedly and said respectfully, "Yes, yes, yes! Master, you are right! I will work hard to live up to your expectations!"

He knew that the only thing he could do now was to work hard to improve his strength. Only in this way could he stand beside Deng Shentong with dignity.