After Aristocratic fell into a coma, the rescue team of the United Fleet quickly recharged and began to rescue Aristocratic.

Seeing the wounds of Aden, these medical staff took a breath. All the bones on Aden were broken, and none of them were intact. This young man would probably have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

No one saw that a young man hiding in the corner secretly took out a communication terminal, pressed a number, and called an unknown person.

After more than two hours, everyone's competition was finally over. A total of 200 teenagers stayed, and the failed people left sadly.

These teenagers were gathered together. An officer walked up to them and shouted to them, "The battle competition has all ended. Next is the qualifying competition. All the members who successfully advanced will arrive here at noon tomorrow. There will be a spaceship to take you to the final competition venue and decide all the orders. Of course, here, congratulations to everyone, I have successfully been admitted to the United Fleet. However, in the next qualifying competition, I would like to tell you, ranking is of no life. Okay, let them all be dispersed."

Everyone then dispersed, and at the same time chewing the officer's words in their hearts, "The ranking is not important. It seems that the ranking competition will probably be very dangerous? Compared with today's battle, it should be even better." Roger thought to himself.

As soon as Roger and Zhuo Luo walked out of here, they saw Azilan carrying on a stretcher. He was covered in bandages. Next to him was a tall man.

"Mr. Glellen, he is the Young Master Asian whom he beats. Young Master Asian has obviously admitted defeat, but he still makes a desperate move." A young man pointed at Roger and said to the tall man.

Roger's eyes condensed, and a bad feeling filled his whole body. The tall man walked towards Roger, "Did you hurt my brother?" The tall man said to Roger coldly.

Roger looked at him without fear and said, "Yes, I just attacked him. If Aden wants to attack me behind, I have no choice but to do it."

The tall man sneered twice and said, "I have to do it for it. Your name is Roger, right? My name is Gleren, and I am the vice president of the Federation of Razel."

Roger narrowed his eyes and said, "Vice President? What a great official! But what do you want?"

Gleren approached and stared at Roger and said word by word, "I want you to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right fist suddenly turned black and punched Roger. Roger was already on guard. He pushed his thumb away from Zolferca, who was hanging around his waist, and hit Griren's fist with a "bang".

Roger's Zolferca just got it back from the place where he was placing his weapons, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Seeing that the attack was blocked by Roger, Grelen was slightly surprised, and his other fist turned black and rushed over.

Roger quickly sideways and then rolls behind him, jumping to a distance from Grelen.

Grelen was wearing a black suit, but it did not affect his movements at all. His footsteps rang like drum beats, and his body rushed towards Roger like a gust of wind.

Roger's Zolferca was completely unsheathed, holding a knife in one hand, and slashed at Grelen with one knife. The sharp sword energy broke through the wind, and Grelen punched up.

A "bang" sound collided with the sword energy, causing a wave of air around, causing dust to fly.

Taking advantage of the dust rising, Roger rushed towards Grieren. Although Grieren was blocked by the dust, his perceptual energy that he had practiced for many years accurately provided Roger's place.

He suddenly opened his squinting eyes and punched to the left. Sure enough, Roger's knife slashed from the left. Not only did Roger not hurt Grelen, he was forced to take a few steps back.

"How could he know my position? How did that black fist form?" These two questions always bothered Roger. When he was fighting against Valenstein before, Valenstein's black fist also caused Roger to suffer a considerable loss. What exactly is this?

Roger retreated backwards, and suddenly rushed towards Greren from the wind and sand, Roger's Zolferca emitted one sword energy after another, slashing towards Greren in an uncertain way.

Grelen just sneered and stepped on the ground. A spider-like crack appeared on the ground. Then he kicked it out, and a powerful aura swept across Roger's sword energy.

With just this kick, Grelen's counteracted all the sword energy and even had the spare energy to sweep towards Roger.

Roger was a little panicked, which he didn't expect. He hurriedly raised his knife to block it, but was still hurt. Roger flew out on his back and fell to the ground.

"Roger!" Zhuo Luo screamed in surprise, ran to Roger and helped him up, "Even if you are the vice president, I don't believe you dare to kill people here!" Zhuo Luo stared at Gleren and said.

Grelen said coldly, "Although you can't kill him, it's okay to mess with him!" After saying that, he rushed over and his black fist hit Roger's arm.

Zhuo Luo stepped forward and was about to block the attack for Roger. Zhuo Luo was ready to be severely injured, but no fist fell on him.

Zhuo Luo opened his eyes and a tall figure blocked in front of him, "Mr. Valenstein!" Zhuo Luo shouted softly.

"Oh, brother, this is the examination venue for the United Fleet. They are candidates! I absolutely do not allow it to hurt the future members of the United Fleet." Valenstein's faint words were filled with an unstoppable domineering aura, and Greren looked at his pupils.

"Valentin? One of the five generals of the Joint Fleet nicknamed Black Fox?" Grelen gently spitted out these words, but Valentin did not comment and did not speak.

Roger and Zhuo Luo were shocked by the side. The generals, one of the five high-end combat powers of the Joint Fleet, appeared here, and spent so long with them, and they knew nothing about it.

"Since I am a general, let me try your strength! I have been longing for a strong man like you for a long time." Grelen licked his dry lips and said excitedly.

"Thunder Half Moon Strike" Grelen shouted loudly, his right foot drifted a curve in the air, and kicked Valenstein violently.

Valentine's arms spread wide, and an invisible gravity spread around him, and dozens of rocks were controlled by him.

Roger widened his eyes from the side, "Is this... air-controlling objects? He should be a fruit-powered person!" Roger murmured.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!