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

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Yi's mind in an instant, and he realized that he might have fallen into a carefully designed trap.

Who wants to kill him at this time?

Without time to think about it, he quickly assessed the surrounding environment. Although the flower garden was open, there were also many shelters that could be used.

The weapons might be brought in disguised, but the Deng family's detectors would never make mistakes. As long as these people were not aliens, he still had a chance.

Without the ability of space, the Holy Judge and the Thunderbolt White Owl were left in the house and not carried with them. Who knew that they were not safe in Deng Garden?

Faced with the situation, Zhang Yi could only stay calm and look for a breakthrough. He watched the workers warily while slowly retreating, hiding behind the gardener's stand, and picked up a shovel as a makeshift weapon. Although a shovel is not an ideal combat tool, it is also a means of self-defense in this emergency.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Yi asked loudly, while tightly gripping the shovel in his hand, ready to deal with possible attacks.

However, these people were well-trained and had clear goals. No one responded to his words. They seemed to have a tacit understanding with each other and acted silently.

Gradually, they formed a circle around Zhang Yi, blocking all his possible escape routes.

He glanced around, gathered his composure, and suddenly shouted with all his strength, "Help! Someone is killing me!"

His desperate shouts made the air around him tremble, but they seemed very small in the huge Deng Garden. The surroundings were still silent and no one noticed anything unusual.

Zhang Yi's heartbeat began to speed up, and tension spread throughout his body. He tried to find an opportunity to break through the encirclement, but every direction was tightly blocked.

As he stepped back, his feet bumped into a flower pot and he couldn't help but frown: "Wait! Can we go out and fight?"

Zhang Yi didn't want to fight here. The flower garden embodied Deng Shentong's hard work and was the place he cherished the most. It would be a pity if it was destroyed in a mess.

"It's already this late, you should think about how to leave your body intact!"

In the center of the encirclement, a leading worker suddenly interrupted him.

The worker was tall and mighty, holding a sharp long knife in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light. He approached Zhang Yi step by step, his steps steady and powerful, like a ferocious beast approaching its prey.

As he moved forward, the end of the long sword dragged on the ground, and sparks flew everywhere due to the friction with the ground, making a sharp sound.

This sound stimulated Zhang Yi's nerves and made his adrenaline surge to the extreme. He felt a strong fear and uneasiness surge in his heart, but at the same time it also stimulated his deep desire to survive.

It seemed that this group of people were determined to kill him.

But he won't necessarily lose!

No matter who wants to kill him, he wants to let that person see that the teachings of so many top martial artists that Deng Shentong found for him are not in vain!

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, tightly grasped the shovel in his hand, and a resolute courage surged in his heart. He knew that the other party was coming with great momentum, and he could not passively take the beating, but had to take the initiative to attack in order to turn the situation around.

Then he lunged forward, like a flaming meteor, at the leading worker.

However, the opponent was obviously prepared and easily avoided Zhang Yi's attack, while slashing at Zhang Yi's waist with a knife.

Zhang Yi dodged the blow by moving sideways. He then used the shovel to hit the opponent's wrist fiercely. With a clang, the man's hand shook and the long knife almost slipped out of his hand.

Zhang Yi took this opportunity to kick the man in the stomach. However, the worker reacted very quickly, jumped back a step, dodged Zhang Yi's attack, and attacked again with his long knife.

Zhang Yi kept blocking and dodging. The shovel in his hand was like a flexible weapon, colliding with the long sword, making crisp collision sounds.

However, the other side had a large number of people, and he was clumsy and gradually felt physically exhausted, while the other side became more and more courageous, and his swordsmanship became more and more fierce.

This did not discourage Zhang Yi, but instead aroused his inner fighting spirit. He quickly adjusted his tactics and, relying on the length advantage of the shovel, slammed it towards the nearest worker's lower body.

The man was caught off guard by Zhang Yi's move. His calf was hit hard, and he felt a bone-breaking pain. He immediately fell to the ground holding his leg and wailing.

But this group of killers were not vegetarians either. When the other workers saw their companion being knocked down, they immediately surrounded him, forming a tight circle and trapping Zhang Yi in the center.

They also roughly understood that Zhang Yi was capable, so they responded more cautiously.

Faced with such a situation, Zhang Yi had to adjust his strategy again and look for a breakthrough. He knew that the current situation was more dangerous than being surrounded in the alley before, but he would never give up easily.

Zhang Yi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg, and he realized that he was scratched by the opponent's blade during a block. Despite the unbearable pain, he clenched his teeth and did not make any sound.

Sweat had soaked his undershirt, but his heart was still beating violently, revealing his strong inner anxiety.

He knew that he had to end the battle as soon as possible. Deng Shentong had not come back yet, and he didn't want to die, at least not here in such an unclear manner like now!

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and prepared to launch a final counterattack. He used the long handle of the shovel to thrust forward, forcing back the killer who was closest to him.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Yi quickly took out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket. This was a small tool he usually used for gardening work, but at this moment it became his life-saving straw.

After all, the shovel was too heavy to cause a fatal blow, so he held the knife tightly in his hand, ready to use it to kill the enemy if necessary.

When the killers saw Zhang Yi injured, they were secretly delighted and their attacks became more fierce. Some of them even took the opportunity to go behind Zhang Yi and wanted to give him a fatal blow.

Zhang Yi endured the pain and wielded the crude weapon in his hand with all his strength, fighting a desperate battle with the enemy.

At this moment, his movements were obviously not as agile as before, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, with endless murderous intent in every swing.

His breathing became heavy and hoarse, his eyes were red, and his body was covered in blood from multiple wounds.

However, despite his physical strength having reached its limit, Zhang Yi's eyes always revealed an unyielding will, making him look like a wounded wolf, extremely ferocious.

Soon, Zhang Yi's shovel was chopped off by the opponent's long knife, and he lost his main weapon.

But he did not give up, and continued to resist with his knife. His movements became more fierce, and each time he attacked, he aimed directly at the opponent's vital points.

However, the opponent's offensive became more and more fierce, and Zhang Yi lost too much blood after being injured, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted. When he was dodging an attack, his feet were weak, his body lost balance, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, the killers immediately surrounded him, ready to give Zhang Yi a fatal blow.

Zhang Yi fell to the ground, his tall body crushing several fragile white roses. His blood splattered on the white petals, like a stroke of cinnabar on white paper.

The killers' shadows loomed over him, and countless weapons flashing with cold light were raised high. However, at this last moment, Zhang Yi actually had the leisure to reach out and gently wipe away the blood stains on the petals.

But his hands were covered in blood and couldn't be wiped clean no matter how hard he tried.

He heard himself say in a trembling voice: "I don't want to die."

At this critical moment, a cold voice like thunder rang out from behind the crowd: "Let's see who dares to touch him!"