The boy supported himself and wanted to stand up, but Roger grabbed his leg. For such a guy who wanted to take his life, Roger never planned to keep his hands off.

"Bang!" Roger picked it up directly, swung it to the ground, and smashed a big hole again. The boy was already hit with a dirty head.

Roger raised him high and wanted to smash him again. Several instructors saw that the boy was already dying, and it would be a bad thing to smash him down. They hurriedly said, "Roger, you won, you can enter Class S, put him down."

Roger touched his chin and put the young young man down easily.

The students around were frightened. After a while, four students from Class S were fucked down one after another. This guy was too tough.

Roger returned to the queue belonging to Class S with peace of mind, and at this time he was the only one standing there alone.

However, this is a very coquettish glory.

After watching this battle, the instructors knew that no one was willing to continue training, so they announced that today's training ended and everyone could go back and rest.

The students dispersed in groups of three or five, and Zhuo Luo and Palson walked to Roger happily.

Both of them looked at Roger, feeling a little apologized. Palson said timidly, "Brother, it's all me. If I hadn't asked you to go out that day, you wouldn't have become like that."

Zhuo Luo also lowered his head in shame. Roger grabbed the shoulders of the two people and said, "I have never blamed you. We are brothers. I can only blame myself for being unlucky in that matter. Forget it, it has been so long, so why are you talking about these things?"

The two of them raised their heads and looked at Roger, with tears in their eyes.

"Okay, it's all men, why are you crying? Let's go and have a meal, you treat you to me," said Roger.

"Okay, brother, I'll keep it for you to eat enough today." Palson said, patting his chest.

The three of them came to the cafeteria happily.

The college office building, inside Valenstein's office.

The tall instructor who had just been in front of Roger and the others was standing in front of Valentine's table.

"You mean, Roger easily defeated four S class students?" Valentine asked.

"Yes, it's very easy. There are two people with devil fruit abilities. The combat power of these two people is very impressive, but Roger's armed and perceptual energy is really too powerful. They are not opponents at all." Instructor Gao Da said.

"The armed Qi Leiluo is very powerful, but who taught him this sense Qi?" Valentine was very puzzled, but he did not reveal it.

"You go back, I understand. Report to me any situation in the future." Valentine instructed.

"Yes!" Instructor Gao Da left immediately.

"Roger, do you have any adventures? Forget it, everyone has their own secrets. I hope you can become a pillar of my joint fleet! There will definitely be no second Pornard." Valentine said to himself.

"Your Excellency General, the Dean is looking for you!" A man knocked on the gate of Valentine and said softly.

"I understand, I'll go there right away." Valentine responded, packed up the table, tidied up his somewhat messy head, and hurriedly left the office.

In the following days, Roger was much more relaxed than the previous tense state. As the only member of the S class, he was very relaxed. He could always learn what the instructor taught easily, and he couldn't help but let the instructors look up to him again.

On the training ground that day, the instructors gathered everyone together, "Everyone, today is everyone's holiday, you can go out and enjoy it. Okay, today's training ends here!" The chief instructor said loudly.

"Oh!" Everyone burst into cheers. The training these days have tortured them to death. If they don't have a holiday, they will collapse.

Palson and Zhuo Luo ran over and asked Roger if he wanted to go out to eat. Roger politely refused them. He received the news that an auction would be held in a place outside the academy today. Roger wanted to go and see if he could find something useful.

The two were a little disappointed, but they didn't say anything, and Roger said goodbye to them.

I arrived at a shop, bought a black cloak, and rushed to the auction house.

Roger received his sign, No. 33, and came to the seat and waited quietly.

After a while, there were more and more people, and many of them were mysterious people like Roger.

An energetic old man came to the auction table and said loudly to everyone, "Thank you for your support. Welcome to participate in the auction event held by Sulei Auction House. Let's take a look at the first auction item below."

The old man waved to the other side, and a girl in exposed clothes walked up with an ancient box in her hand.

"This auction item is a famous knife called Shunqing Changguang. It is sharpened with iron like mud. It is very powerful and is a rare companion for a swordsman." The old man opened the box and began to introduce.

"Can we watch it up close?" a middle-aged man raised his hand and said.

The old man said, "Yes, anyone who is interested can come and have a look."

Suddenly, a group of people rushed over. As a swordsman, Roger was naturally very interested in famous swords, so he also came here.

Roger looked at the ancient long sword, and the blade was faintly emitting a mysterious luster, but Roger felt that this knife was much worse than his Zolferca and Polyday. Roger suddenly lost interest. He had no intention of buying this knife. He already had three knives, so there was no need to buy another one.

So he returned to his position, and slowly, everyone returned to his position.

"This knife starts at 50,000 star coins, and now, bidding begins!" the old man said loudly.

Soon someone raised the sign "80,000!"

"Okay, this gentleman bid 80,000 yuan, is there any higher?" The old man's voice was quite inflammatory, and it seemed that he was also a person who had been in this industry for many years.

"100,000!" Someone raised the sign and added 20,000.

"One hundred thousand, okay, one hundred thousand yuan! Are there anyone willing to bid higher?" the old man shouted again.

This time, everyone's reaction was much smaller. It was not necessary to buy this knife. It would be better to leave some money to buy the things behind.

"100,000 once! 100,000 twice! 100,000 three times! The deal!" The old man made the final decision, knocked on the table, and said loudly.

"Sir, this famous knife belongs to you!"

Immediately someone took the box and sent it to a place where the person could go to pick up things later.
Chapter completed!