After not knowing how many times he was knocked out, Roque was also a little upset.

Because Zefa is ruthless every time he attacks, and after each knockout, he will burst out a lot of cynicism, like a long-tongued woman.

"Damn, pause, I ask for a pause." Roque lay on the ground and stretched out his hand and shouted, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his body was bruised and purple, but fortunately he had a strong recovery ability, so he still had the ability to continue fighting.

"Well, boy, aren't you okay? Don't think that killing a sea giant slave makes you feel great, and sure enough, you're still too weak. ”

Made, who said that Lao Tzu can't do it, don't you know that men must not mention the word "can't"?

"This assessment is unfair, so I ask for a pause."

"Huh? What's wrong with that? That's what you're going to do for your recruits, and I'm your examiner. ”

"No, I don't feel unfair because you are my chief examiner, but I ask to bring weapons, and since this is a practical assessment, then I should ask for weapons." Roque stood up and said seriously.

"Hmph, do you think there will be a change in the results of your weapons?"

Zefa snorted coldly at him. "If you rely too much on weapons, then your strength will stagnate, boy."

However, Roque ignored Zefa, and instead stepped aside and took the stone knife he usually used for training.

Nonsense, you say that you don't use weapons when you usually train, but when it comes to life and death, isn't it stupid to have weapons that you don't use?

And on the battlefield behind, there is a pirate navy that does not carry weapons, at least they have weapons in their hands, and they have a lot more sense of security in their hearts.

"Boy, are you sure you're going to use this stone knife?" Zefa didn't hide the disdain on his face at all, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

You must know that the stone knife is at most much heavier than an ordinary knife, and in terms of sharpness and toughness, it is not even comparable to an ordinary knife.

Zefa felt that with the stone knife in front of him, he could flick his fingers and make it disappear.

In other words, this kid doesn't really think that he has the capital to compete with himself with a stone knife, right?

"Uncle, the battle has started again." Roque didn't elaborate too much.

"Hmph, boy, let me see how many pounds and taels you have now." Zefa said with a slight disdain.

After the stone knife was in his hands, a familiar feeling returned, which was the result of his day and night swinging the knife these days, and almost without thinking about it, the instinct in his body would automatically react.

After practicing such swordsmanship, he can only slash with a knife now, so shouldn't he go to a swordsmanship master to learn it?

Then when you fight, you shout out the name of your skills, hashaki, dragon slayer, three thousand troubles... Forget it, I'm ashamed to say it.

"Cover... Leg strengthening. Roque groaned, although he didn't need to say it when he said that he would release his skills, but in order to cater to the fighting atmosphere of this world, he still shouted a few words in shame.

Now for the use of IBM, Roque is becoming more and more handy, and I don't know if it is due to the different rules of the world, many abilities that did not appear in the subhuman comics in the previous life have been developed by him.

To put it simply, it is the rational use of IBM substances, and I have to say that when he tried to bless IBM on the sword, he began to try to see if this extremely explosive substance could be blessed on his body.

It's really not that I don't know, I'm shocked when I try it.

Since the blessing of IBM substances, my legs no longer hurt, my waist is no longer sore, and I don't pant for breath when I go up to the sixth floor in one breath... Well, it seems to be off topic.

Well, he wouldn't say that IBM substance blessing on the body is more like a stimulant-like thing, which maximizes the activity of cells throughout the body.

This ability is somewhat similar to Luffy's gear, but the only difference is that while stimulating the activity of his own cells, the IBM particles on his body will enter the body to replace some cells to withstand the consequences of his own high-intensity battle.

Therefore, he does not leave any sequelae, and the biggest problem is the consumption of IBM particulate matter.

Call!

The second after the IBM substance was integrated into the body and replaced its own cells, Roque attacked in an instant.

Gone? What's going on?

Zefa was extremely shocked, because in that instant, Roque's figure disappeared from the spot, and he didn't even notice how Roque disappeared.

There is not even an afterimage left on the ground, is it the ultimate 'shaving'?

No, Zefa's eyes froze, and almost in an instant, Roque appeared in front of him, and his simple speed surpassed Shaving, and he raised his fist to block Roque's blow.

But how could Roque do what he wanted, the trajectory of the knife changed in an instant, from an upright slashing state to a horizontal slash, sweeping directly towards his body.

Touch!!!

The stone knife slammed directly into Zefa's waist, knocking him flying.

"What?!"

"Instructor Zefa was beaten out by that recruit?" The surrounding navy and recruits had apparently noticed what was happening here, and they watched in shock with their mouths grown.

"Ahem... Boy, you're really good at this time, it seems that I underestimated you. Zefa walked out of the rubble.

"Looks like I'm going to have to get serious, too."

Roque's expression became solemn, because just after Zefa finished saying this, his form disappeared.

The real 'shaving', a momentary explosion, and the speed completely surpassed the Qishan he had encountered before.

And in the comics of his previous life, Zefa is a general with unparalleled domineering, and his domineering spirit should belong to the ranks of the top people in the world.

"Smash and punch." A voice rang out.

Not good! Behind him, almost as Zefa's figure appeared, Roque had already noticed that fortunately, IBM particles had replaced the cells in his body, so his body could keep up with his consciousness.

The moment he turned around, Zefa's fist had already come to him.

The black fist was visible when it was opened.

Armed color domineering!

Damn, Roque's face changed, and he shouted in his heart, IBM covered!!.

He found that he used IBM to strengthen his legs in time, but his speed still couldn't keep up with Zefa, so when he had no choice, he had to use IBM materials to directly strengthen his body, hoping to resist this violent blow and not directly lose his combat effectiveness.

Countless IBM substances surged up in an instant, condensing directly towards his chest, and just a second before that punch hit his chest, IBM substances had already condensed in his chest, forming a layer of black substance.

Touch!!

Squeak!!

The sound of a steel plate hitting his chest was accompanied by the sound of glass breaking

The huge impact swept in all directions, and at the same time brought up puffs of smoke and dust.

When the smoke cleared, two figures appeared, and Zefa looked at Roque in surprise.

"You, you're all right?!" Zefa didn't know what words to use to describe the shock in his heart, you must know that he had just turned on one percent of the armed color domineering, even if it was just one percent domineering, it shouldn't be something that a recruit could resist.

"Hehe, Uncle Zefa has let you down." Roque forced the tumbling blood in his body and smiled.

"After holding it for so long, it's time for me to attack!" He muttered.

Cohesive, covered, cohesive, covered... Countless black IBM substances swarmed directly towards the stone knife in his hand, constantly condensing and compressing.

It was a move he had comprehended before, condensing countless hard substances into the stone knife to deliver the strongest blow.

When the black IBM particles condensed to the limit, they turned into a transparent film covering the stone knife.

However, he doesn't seem to have figured out what to call this trick yet... Forget it, this move is his strongest blow anyway, so let's call it the strongest blow in a simple name.

The strongest blow... Night falls.

Zefa looked at Roque's pupils constricting in front of him, he was wrong, and he was wrong.

He had always regarded the kid in front of him as a monster before, but who knew that he was not a monster, but a demon.

In Zefa's perception, he only felt that the surroundings were darkened in an instant, he couldn't even see the scenery around him, and he couldn't even sense the domineering appearance of seeing and hearing.

Damn it! Zefa watched vigilantly around him, and he no longer regarded Roque as a recruit.

"Damn, I'm going to cut you!" A roar of rage came.

In an instant, the darkness around him shattered like glass, and the light from outside shone in again.

It's a pity that the dawn after the darkness often hides infinite killing opportunities.

Zefa's heart sank, and Roque's momentum continued to rise, and there was a faint wave of coercion emanating from his body.

I have to say that he really underestimated Roque before, so he didn't react immediately, but after he reacted, Roque had already come to him with a knife.

The momentum was surging, like a demon that had just risen from the abyss.

He tried to get out of the way, but for some reason he felt as if someone was holding his body and not allowing him to move.

What's going on?! Before he could react, Roque's slash had already come to him, and Zefa had no choice but to stretch out his fist covered with the domineering color of the overlord to meet it.

Kenneth !!!

Echo throughout the training ground.

"What's going on?! Who won the hell? ”

"It should be Instructor Zefa, right?" The surrounding navy and recruits watched this scene in amazement, but before they could guess the result, they heard a thud and a figure flew out.

"Whew! Pain! Pain! Pain! It hurts me to death! I saw Roque rolling on the ground with his head in his hands.

"Huh, boy, you want to beat me? Let's practice for another 10 years. Zefa's disdainful voice came from the smoke.

Sure enough, it was Instructor Zefa who won, yes, how could that recruit kid beat the former admiral.

What they didn't see, however, was that Zefa's arm was trembling slightly, and a thin trail of blood was flowing from one of his fists.

Zefa's eyes had a shock that could not be concealed completely, he really couldn't imagine that a recruit would actually hold a stone knife and leave a wisp of knife marks on his fist that used the armed color domineering?!

This is definitely going to alarm the entire Navy, okay?