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Chapter 153 Martial Arts Teacher

The training against Deng Shentong has finally ended, but this does not mean that Zhang Yi can get a moment's respite.

At this time, Deng Shentong raised his hand slightly to signal, and then several tall middle-aged men in their 40s and 50s slowly walked out of the lounge. They stood in a circle around Zhang Yi, with their arms folded across their chests, silent, and just looking him up and down with sharp eyes.

The muscles of these people are clearly defined, and although they are not deliberately displayed, one can still feel the powerful strength contained in them.

Their eyes were fierce and sharp, as if they could penetrate people's hearts. Just standing there quietly, they exuded a unique majesty, which was the temperament that only people who had practiced martial arts for a long time possessed.

Zhang Yi's heart tightened, and he instantly realized that a new round of tests had arrived. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner tension, and quickly adjusted his state to prepare for the upcoming challenge.

Deng Shentong stepped forward, and unexpectedly, the originally arrogant man bowed his head to those men.

Zhang Yi could not help but be extremely astonished, and secretly wondered what kind of people these martial artists were that they could be so respected by such powerful Ipsilon-level aliens?

Just when Zhang Yi was puzzled, Deng Shentong spoke. He respectfully called out to the middle-aged men, "Teacher."

Several martial artists turned their gaze to Deng Shentong and nodded in return.

Their eyes were filled with satisfaction and respect, as if they were full of expectations and admiration for this young man. Although Deng Shentong respectfully called them teachers, these martial artists obviously did not dare to really put on airs.

Zhang Yi was surprised when he saw this. He suddenly realized that these people were actually Deng Shentong's masters! No wonder Deng Shentong had made such great progress in the past year.

If the martial arts fanatic Liang Yue were to be here and see this group of people, his eyes would probably flash with fanaticism.

After all, the people you see before your eyes are not ordinary people, but characters that only exist on TV screens and are regarded as legends - the masters of martial arts from various schools before the end of the world!

For Liang Yue, this was like being in a dream. What she longed for most in her heart was the precious opportunity to compete with these seniors and learn martial arts!

Being able to witness the duel between these masters with one's own eyes is undoubtedly an incomparable experience for someone obsessed with martial arts like Liang Yue.

Of course, the fact that the Deng family was able to invite these people to be Deng Shentong’s teachers also shows their connections and resources.

However, although Zhang Yi was not aware of the importance of these people, the fact that they were qualified to be Deng Shentong's teachers was enough for him to admire them.

He immediately clasped his fists and bowed, saying respectfully: "Dear seniors, please give me your guidance! I am here to learn from you with an open mind, and I will be grateful forever!"

His voice revealed sincerity and humility, and he hoped to learn more about the essence of martial arts from these predecessors.

One of the middle-aged men took a step forward, looking him up and down with a sharp gaze, and said in a low voice: "Are you Zhang Yi? I heard that Shentong has a high opinion of your strength. Let's try it today to see how capable you are."

"Oh, I really don't deserve it." Zhang Yi lowered his head humbly, thinking to himself. In fact, apart from the power given by his supernatural power, he had only learned a few moves from Liang Yue in close combat. And each of these people in front of him was qualified enough to be Liang Yue's mentor, and the difference in strength between the two sides was naturally self-evident.

"Stop talking nonsense! We'll know the result after we give it a try."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly attacked, striking out suddenly and rushing towards Zhang Yi like a gust of wind.

Zhang Yi did not dare to slack off at all, and dodged the opponent's fierce attack with agility. Then, he concentrated all his attention and put all his strength into a fierce fight with the middle-aged man.

For a moment, the training ground was filled with the whistling of fists and flying palms. Although Zhang Yi tried his best to cope with it, he was soon at a disadvantage under the fierce attack of the middle-aged man.

Just when Zhang Yi was tired of defending, the middle-aged man changed his moves, changing his fist into a palm and went straight for Zhang Yi's chest.

Zhang Yi had no way to avoid it and could only take the blow head-on.

"Bang!" Zhang Yi was knocked back several steps and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he rushed towards the middle-aged man again.

Gradually, Zhang Yi adapted to his attack rhythm, stopped passively taking the beatings, and began to try to fight back.

Zhang Yi's counterattack surprised the middle-aged man. He nodded in appreciation and increased the intensity of his attack. Zhang Yi could only grit his teeth, wield the Holy Judgement, and do his best to resist the middle-aged man's attack.

The other martial artists watched the fight between the two and occasionally exchanged a few words in a low voice. At this time, a martial artist who had been silent said, "This kid is quite interesting." Another martial artist agreed, "Well, it's rare for him to have such strength at his age."

Hearing the praise from the two martial artists, Zhang Yi was secretly delighted. This was Deng Shentong's teacher! He tried even harder to deal with the middle-aged man. However, after a fierce battle, his physical strength gradually ran out and his movements became slower.

The middle-aged man saw the right opportunity and kicked Zhang Yi in the calf. Zhang Yi groaned and knelt on one knee. But he did not give up. He endured the pain and struggled to stand up.

"Okay, that's it." Deng Shentong, who was watching the fight, frowned and called for a stop.

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly, indicating that the battle was over.

Zhang Yi was breathing heavily. He wiped the sweat off his face, a smug look appearing in his eyes.

Deng Shentong still feels sorry for himself.

However, Zhang Yi also gained a lot. He knew that there was still a big gap between him and these martial artists, but he had found the direction to work towards.

If he encounters any special situation where he cannot use his supernatural powers, he can still become the sharpest knife in Deng Shentong's hand.

Deng Shentong walked forward, patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder, and said, "Not bad."

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Thank you, Master. I will continue to work hard."

Several martial artists looked at each other with confusion in their eyes. After the end of the world, the appearance of strange people became more and more frequent, and masters like them who adhered to traditional martial arts had their status plummeted. Otherwise, they would not have easily accepted the invitation from the Deng family.

These old guys all have their own persistence and are unwilling to pass on their unique skills to others easily. Deng Shentong is an exception. After all, this young man has a high status and is talented, so it is not a problem for him to teach him everything he knows.

Improving martial arts is just icing on the cake for an Ipsilon-level mutant like Deng Shentong, making him more adept at controlling his superpowers.

However, the big black boy in front of them clearly did not have any supernatural powers. In everyone's view, asking him to learn martial arts was a waste of resources.

Zhang Yi noticed the looks of the martial artists. He bowed deeply to them and said sincerely, "Seniors, I know my abilities are far from enough, but I am really interested in martial arts. I hope you will not think I am stupid and teach me."

Several martial artists looked at each other, and finally the middle-aged man who spoke first said, "Well, since you are willing to do so, we will give you some pointers. However, martial arts practice is not a one-day job, and requires perseverance and determination."

Zhang Yi nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, senior! I will definitely work hard!"

It was not appropriate to train any more today, so they agreed on the next training time and left in a hurry.

On the way back, although every muscle in his body was sore, Zhang Yi was still very happy.

Deng Shentong actually invited his own teacher to teach him, which was enough to show how important he was in Deng Shentong's heart.

Deng Shentong looked at him with a disheveled face and a wound on the corner of his mouth, but he was grinning with his big white teeth bared, and his face was full of disgust.

He leaned forward slightly, picked up a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and pressed it mercilessly on the bruise at the corner of Zhang Yi's lips.

"Hiss--" Zhang Yi howled in pain and instinctively wanted to shrink back, but he was afraid that it would affect Deng Shentong's treatment of the wound, so he could only grit his teeth and let Deng Shentong continue to manipulate his face.

"Did you get hit in the head? You're laughing like a stupid dog." Deng Shentong cursed angrily, but his hands involuntarily became lighter.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi just scratched the tip of his nose and then laughed foolishly.

After all, the two of them were very close at the moment, and the space in the back seat of the car was very narrow. The familiar faint fragrance from Deng Shentong kept entering his nose, making his heart itch like a cat scratching.

"Hehe, I'm just happy." Zhang Yi scratched the tip of his nose. The space in the back seat of the car was narrow and Deng Shentong was close to him. The familiar fragrance on his body made him feel itchy inside.

Deng Shentong rolled his eyes at him and said, "Alright, go back and have some rest. Come back tomorrow."

"Yes, master!" Zhang Yi responded cheerfully. He was becoming more and more comfortable with his role as a servant.

Seeing Zhang Yi still touching his face and grinning foolishly, Deng Shentong shook his head helplessly. This guy was really a laugh.