More than a week later.
The Celestial Dragon fleet, which had been stopping and starting to play along the way, finally arrived at Red Soil Island.
After all, even among the 200 'Celestial Dragon Elites' eligible to participate, most were still ordinary Celestial Dragons who craved pleasure.
Only those who became Divine Blades could be considered true Celestial Dragon Elites.
But combined, there were fewer than twenty Divine Blades and Gods Knights; their numbers remained extremely scarce.
A few more days passed as they familiarized themselves with the environment of Red Soil Island.
The time finally arrived: April 4th, sea calendar year 1491.
This was the day of the hunt carefully prepared by the Celestial Dragons for Red Soil Island.
The Celestial Dragons' 'study tour' program officially began!
On a pre-built temporary stage, six Devil Fruit treasure chests were placed in the prize area.
A Celestial Dragon patriarch was acting as the host, excitedly explaining the rules to the participating Celestial Dragons as per routine.
Ten high-value prey stood on the stage in handcuffs and shackles, allowing every Celestial Dragon to recognize these high-grade targets worth ten thousand points.
Among them were two members of the Lunarian Tribe, each with one wing broken, looking lifelessly at the hideous and evil Celestial Dragons below.
Their determination to perish together with the Celestial Dragons had long been eroded by endless torture and experiments; now, only soulless husks remained.
Now, they only wanted to die sooner and leave this despairing world.
Among these high-value prey, besides the Mink Tribe and Fish-Man Race, there was actually a member of the Three-Eye Tribe.
In the eyes of the World Government, these Three-Eye Tribe members who could read poneglyphs were, like the Buccaneer Tribe and the D Clan, races marked for priority elimination.
"The numbers of the Lunarian Tribe and Three-Eye Tribe are getting smaller and smaller. It's a bit of a pity to just kill them like this."
"Tch, it's precisely because they're rare that they're worthy of being high-value prey!"
"They're not extinct anyway. As long as we spend more money, those lapdogs can find some remnants every year."
Below the stage, the Celestial Dragons were shouting excitedly, brandishing guns and swords.
As long as they could take down one high-value prey, their points would instantly put them far in the lead.
If this session still produced no 'Celestial Dragon King' who reached 100,000 points first to secure the championship, the competition would still be decided by the top six in the points rankings.
The first-place winner would have priority in choosing Devil Fruits and various prizes.
"Retribution will find you!!! You demons!!"
"You will all die horrible deaths!!"
"I curse the Celestial Dragons to one day be wiped out as a race!!"
A white-haired Red Soil Island viscount, wearing the bullseye prison uniform of an r-rank fleeing rabbit, cursed these Celestial Dragons in despair, tears and snot streaming down his face.
As a noble himself, he was even more aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of these World Nobles.
After all, he had once ravaged commoners and slaves himself.
Slash!!
The old viscount was hacked to death instantly, blood splattering across the ground.
"Wow, it's Saint Garling!!"
Several average-looking Female Celestial Dragons were attracted by Saint Garling's elegance and immediately shrieked in excitement.
If one were to ask which young man among the Celestial Dragon families was most worth marrying into, it was naturally Saint Garling, who possessed the strongest talent.
Fang Huo, the supreme great succubus, was the plaything the Female Celestial Dragons dreamed of.
But Saint Garling was their ideal husband.
"Garling, the competition hasn't started yet, how could you kill him!"
"These thousand points don't count!"
Other Gods Knights and Celestial Dragons began to clamor, clearly not wanting Garling to gain an advantage.
"Tch! Who cares about these piddling points."
"Even if I give you a ten-thousand-point head start, you're still no match for me."
Saint Garling sheathed his long sword and spoke indifferently.
He specifically shot a disdainful look at the short Saint Mammaia Foss.
Just because Lord Imu valued Gunko from the Mammaia family, it didn't mean Saint Foss could challenge him.
He didn't consider this shorty worth his notice at all.
"Hmph!"
Saint Mammaia Foss responded coldly to Saint Garling's disdainful gaze.
He decided that even if he didn't get a high score today, he wouldn't let Saint Garling get one either.
In short, he didn't care if Saint Somaz or Marfygong became the commander, as long as it wasn't this bastard Garling.
"Ahahaha!!"
"Now, run to your heart's content!!"
"You have only one hour to run and hide!"
"If you can survive for three weeks, you will gain your freedom!"
Holding an amplified transponder snail, the host shouted wildly at all the prey.
At the same time, he raised a golden long gun and fired into the air, announcing the start of the competition and driving the prey to flee.
Seeing this, the other Celestial Dragons also fired their guns in celebration, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heated.
Amidst the terror, the inhabitants of Red Soil Island scattered like a disturbed nest, fleeing to various parts of the island.
Some residents even instinctively fled back to their homes to hide.
Hiding in wardrobes, in wells, in secret rooms... some commoners fled into the forest, climbing trees to hide... under the drive of survival and being chased, the high-value prey and r-rank fleeing rabbits also fled one after another.
All the Celestial Dragons focused their attention on the escape directions of those high-value prey worth ten thousand points.
When they saw the two Lunarians fleeing together, the eyes of the Gods Knights and Divine Blades lit up even more.
That was twenty thousand points!
By taking down these two Lunarians, the chances of entering the top six would greatly increase!
All the Celestial Dragon contestants waited excitedly around the stage for an hour, by which time all the prey had long since disappeared.
As the escape time drew to a close, Celestial Dragons mounted their fast-running ostriches, ready to pursue the prey at any moment.
These fast-running ostriches were even faster than the fast-running ducks of Alabasta and were the specialized mounts for Celestial Dragons participating in the purge competition.
Even the Gods Knights each had one.
After all, the area of an island was quite large; relying entirely on one's own feet would not only waste energy but also lack elegance.
Moreover, most ordinary Celestial Dragons were quite weak and simply didn't have the stamina to run across an entire island to hunt down prey.
Gong!!
"I announce that the three-week Native Purge Competition has officially begun!!"
As the host on the stage gave the order, all the Celestial Dragons on fast-running ostriches instantly charged out.
A significant portion of them charged toward the direction of the two Lunarians, wanting to claim that 'double jackpot'.
The five Gods Knights tacitly split into several directions to avoid kill-stealing, which could result in insufficient points.
But it just so happened that Saint Mammaia Foss went in the same direction as Saint Garling.
While Saint Garling was finding prey and slaughtering them, Saint Mammaia Foss began his malicious kill-stealing journey.
His sniper rifle was always one step faster, killing the r-rank fleeing rabbits worth a thousand points first, leaving Saint Garling with only commoner prey worth a hundred points.
Other Celestial Dragon contestants were also hunting and snatching points frantically.
"You're looking for death!!"
Saint Garling looked coldly at Saint Foss.
"We're all immortal; do you really think you can kill me?"
"I see you don't respect Lord Imu at all!"
Saint Mammaia Foss met Saint Garling's threat with a faint smile, even directly leveling a serious accusation against him.
If Saint Somaz and Marfygong were incompetent and failed to gain Lord Imu's favor or become commander...
Then Saint Garling shouldn't expect to perform well in this competition either.
At worst, they would just let the commander position remain vacant for another three years!