All Parties Gather! The Hunt Begins!

The massive fleet crushed the waves, advancing relentlessly.

However, this unstoppable momentum faltered upon entering the Calm Belt.

In a sea with no wind or currents, progress could only be made by manpower.

The pirates rowed with all their might using long oars, slowly advancing through the dead, silent waters.

Still, there was no need to worry about Sea Kings; practically every monster possessed Conqueror's Haki, so which Sea King would dare approach?

"Hey, kid, can't you use your abilities to whip up a storm and speed up the fleet?"

On the spacious deck, Golden Lion pointed a finger, and two swords flying in the air suddenly accelerated, shooting towards Roa like twin meteors.

"That's asking too much, Uncle Shiki!"

Roa spun his body, his twin swords drawing crescent moons and perfectly deflecting the two incoming flying swords. "One ship is manageable, but how can I do it for over two hundred ships! I'm only a seven-year-old kid!"

"What a useless brat,"

Shiki blew a smoke ring.

"It's you who's being too harsh, Uncle Shiki!"

Roa sprang forward, his twin swords slashing mercilessly at Golden Lion. "Lion's Might: Sealed Despair Slash!"

The flying swords traced an arc in the air, and with a clang, repelled Roa.

"I've never heard of that move."

Golden Lion looked disgusted.

"Hahahaha! Doesn't it sound good?"

Roa laughed heartily. "I think I have a talent for naming things!"

"Just a child's ramblings."

Golden Lion believed in a suppressive education style.

"Hmph, take this, Uncle Shiki!"

Roa lunged again.

The black energy could only boost his basic stats; his skills still required him to practice them himself.

And his uncles and aunts doted on him, willing to spar with him whenever they had time.

Today was no different. After Uncle Shiki, Aunt Linlin and Big Brother Kaido also sparred with Roa for a while.

By the time the fleet sailed out of the Calm Belt and officially entered the West Blue, it was already evening. Roa was starving from overexertion.

He couldn't help but shout, "Captain, I'm so hungry, can I get something to eat?"

"Behave yourself!"

The response was the Captain's cold voice. "Every pirate in the fleet has their use. If you want to hunt, wait until we get to God Valley."

Roa couldn't help but sigh.

So stingy, Captain.

Doesn't he know I'm growing and need to replenish my nutrients?

Anyway, the weaklings aren't useful, so why not make use of them?

But at this point, the other monsters should be making their move too, right?

A certain sea area in the West Blue.

"You intend to slaughter an entire country's inhabitants along with a large number of slaves?!"

Not yet sporting a full mustache, with only light stubble, wearing his captain's horned hat, the most renowned pirate in the New World besides Rocks, Gol D. Roger, laughed heartily. "Hey, hey, hey! Has the world been in the hands of these lunatics for eight hundred years!"

Laughter echoed from behind him. "Captain, are we going to be heroes this time?"

"Heroes? Heroes have to sacrifice themselves, I'm not doing that!"

Roger burst into laughter. "Rocks that bastard will definitely show up! When he and the World Government start fighting like dogs, that will be our chance! They've been chasing us for so many years, it's time for revenge!"

"Don't let your guard down, Roger,"

First Mate Rayleigh pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. Despite being a notorious pirate, he exuded an unexpected air of refinement. "The Rocks Pirates alone are difficult enough to deal with, and with the World Government involved, no one can say for sure what will happen."

"Useless! Rayleigh!"

Wearing small sunglasses over his nose and his thick black hair tied into a fluffy ponytail, the crew's third-in-command, Gaban, roared with laughter. "When is Captain ever that concerned about such things?"

"Hahahaha!"

Roger's laughter intensified. "Since we're here anyway! Wouldn't it be a shame not to cause a huge ruckus! My lads! Let's turn this place upside down!"

"Ooooh!!!"

The Roger Pirates, have arrived!

Not far from here, in another sea area, a massive dog-headed warship cut through the waves.

"Hahaha! Not just that guy Roger, but the Rocks Pirates are making a move too?"

The middle-aged man with short, stiff black hair standing on end like steel needles and a robust build laughed heartily, "It's been so many years since a battle of this scale!"

"Why don't we take this opportunity to wipe out both of those factions!"

"Mr. Garp,"

From the side, his adjutant, a swordsman wearing a gray fedora, reminded him softly, "If the Rocks Pirates truly show up, our fighting strength will be far from enough."

"It's too late to call for reinforcements now,"

The Marine Vice Admiral, known as Iron Fist Garp, shook his head. "The Celestial Dragons' Knights of God have also been dispatched. Although no one knows what kind of power they possess, since the government isn't in a hurry, it should be fine."

The corners of his mouth pulled up higher. "I only need to focus on dealing with Roger!"

His adjutant nodded lightly.

"But then again,"

Garp stroked his chin, looking puzzled. "What are the Celestial Dragons doing in such a remote corner of the world?"

A few days later, West Blue, God Valley.

This was an island with a very peculiar landscape. In the center of the island stood a towering mountain that jutted out abruptly. The mountain was split in two by a canyon, so steep it looked as if it had been cleaved by a divine sword.

Thus, the island was named God Valley.

At this moment, warships surrounded the island, and the Marines on board kept a vigilant watch, allowing no unauthorized persons or objects to enter or leave.

However, the Marines didn't know what was on the island, nor what was happening there.

They knew, and yet they didn't know.

And on the island, the triennial Celestial Dragons Hunting Tournament was about to officially begin.

"Waaah!"

With a scream, the King of God Valley, a man who had no idea what would happen on the island next, had blood splattering from his back as he collapsed to the ground.

"Hey! Gehring! You snuck out, didn't you! The competition hasn't even started yet!"

A Celestial Dragon wearing a ridiculous mask and wielding a spear said with extreme dissatisfaction.

"I'm a little impatient. It's fine to deduct ten thousand points from me,"

The man with golden hair, styled like a crescent moon tilted upwards, calmly flicked the blood off his blade. "I'll win in the end anyway."

"Aren't you being too arrogant!"

Another Celestial Dragon shouted, "Our Donquixote Family will never lose to you!"

"The winners will naturally be our Figarland Family!"

Gehring of the Figarland Family, with his moon-like hair, had a blank expression. "In any case, hurry up and let the rabbits run. It's a grave sin if you bore me over the next three weeks."

"Waaah! This bastard is so arrogant!"

At this moment, melodious music drifted from loudspeakers placed throughout the island.

"Thank you for waiting, everyone! The triennial Hunting Tournament is about to begin! As per tradition, for the next three weeks, please showcase your martial prowess to your heart's content until all approximately 100,000 rabbits on the island have been cleared!"

"The one with the highest final score will be the winner. According to the old rules, the winner takes all and will claim all the prizes!"

"Now, are you ready?"

"Are you ready?"

Somewhere in God Valley, a boy with a large head shouted, "The shitty competition is about to start, and our plan is about to begin!"

"I've been waiting for this! Big Brother!"

The energetic pink-haired girl responded with a grin.

Beside her, the tall, simple-looking boy with a flat top also nodded blankly, "Mm!"

"Then, let's just wait for the chaos to arrive!"

The moment the big-headed boy's voice fell.

The voice from the loudspeakers echoed across the entire island, "The competition! Begins!"