High in the sky, the Ark Maxim flew through the clouds, now carrying two captive Paramecia Devil Fruit Users.
Huanglong believed that his Seraphim team would be able to bring out the formidable powers of the Heat-Heat Devil Fruit and the Slow-Slow Fruit even better.
Don Acchino was actually fairly strong, but Foxy's talent was abysmal. He was truly wasting that Devil Fruit.
Huanglong felt that the Slow-Slow Fruit's abilities could still be developed much further.
Huanglong looked at the map and headed toward his next target, which was also the most important objective of this expedition.
"Kuma, has the Revolutionary Army found out which island the Celestial Dragons held last year's Native Purge Competition on?"
Huanglong asked casually, wondering whether it would stir up Kuma's painful memories of the God Valley incident.
"The Celestial Dragons' once-every-three-years hunting competition is generally handled by the World Government, the Order of the Gods, and the CP Organization. Other than the Fleet Admiral and Marine Admirals, probably not many Marine Generals know which island is targeted.
"The World Government keeps such information extremely well guarded. Things like this do not spread across the seas."
Kuma spoke gently. Dragon had told him a little about the "Native Purge Competition" back then.
Even the Marine Hero, Iron Fist Garp, had not known about the Celestial Dragons' hunting competition when he went to God Valley. He had merely received orders to deal with the Rocks Pirates and the Roger Pirates and protect the Celestial Dragons.
But the Celestial Dragons' killing game had disgusted Garp beyond measure. From then on, he loathed the Celestial Dragons, repeatedly refusing promotion to Marine Admiral because he did not want to become a lapdog at their beck and call.
Dragon had also learned some things from Garp. Combined with the darkness