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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 77: Welcome to Leg Hell · Oct 17, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: Dahlia’s Surprising Wish 2026-10-17
52 Chapter 52: Workout in Hell 2026-10-17
53 Chapter 53: Cut the Root Now 2026-10-17
54 Chapter 54: Night at the God Gym 2026-10-17
55 Chapter 55: Garion Gets Serious 2026-10-17
56 Chapter 56: Stone Piledriver 2026-10-17
57 Chapter 57: Bleed and Suffer 2026-10-17
58 Chapter 58: Bria’s Last Mistake 2026-10-17
59 Chapter 59: More Like Second Rate 2026-10-17
60 Chapter 60: Wanted: One Gym Rat Dead 2026-10-17
61 Chapter 61: Welcome to Hell Gym 2026-10-17
62 Chapter 62: Can’t Handle the Spice 2026-10-17
63 Chapter 63: Dahlia Wants Lotion 2026-10-17
64 Chapter 64: Dahlia Accidentally Leaks Lore 2026-10-17
65 Chapter 65: When Rocks Become Real Estate 2026-10-17
66 Chapter 66: Garion the Muscle Chef 2026-10-17
67 Chapter 67: Autopsy of the Second Realm 2026-10-17
68 Chapter 68: One Cell to Rule Them 2026-10-17
69 Chapter 69: Perfection Within a Single Cell 2026-10-17
70 Chapter 70: System Upgrade Smells Like Sweat 2026-10-17
71 Chapter 71: Master Forgot the Recruits Again 2026-10-17
72 Chapter 72: Dahlia’s Worst Ride Ever 2026-10-17
73 Chapter 73: Dahlia’s Brutal Recruitment Begins 2026-10-17
74 Chapter 74: A New Star Joins God Gym 2026-10-17
75 Chapter 75: God Gym Orientation 2026-10-17
76 Chapter 76: Dahlia Becomes the Gym Demon 2026-10-17
77 Chapter 77: Welcome to Leg Hell 2026-10-17
78 Chapter 78: It’s Not Poison… Probably 2026-10-17
79 Chapter 79: Five Sets of Regret 2026-10-17
80 Chapter 80: The Burn Is Real 2026-10-17
81 Chapter 81: From Peaceful Night to Food War 2026-10-17
82 Chapter 82: Pain That Builds Power 2026-10-17
83 Chapter 83: Run or Lose Your Meat 2026-10-17
84 Chapter 84: Dahlia’s Final Step 2026-10-17
85 Chapter 85: The Final Became a Massacre 2026-10-17
86 Chapter 86: The Spark of Evolution 2026-10-17
87 Chapter 87: Cultivation Meets Biology 2026-10-17
88 Chapter 88: Bodybuilding Class Turned Real 2026-10-17
89 Chapter 89: The Foundation of Life 2026-10-17
90 Chapter 90: Study or Die Trying 2026-10-17
91 Chapter 91: The Anatomy Pop Quiz of Doom 2026-10-17
92 Chapter 92: The Great Cultivation Scam 2026-10-17
93 Chapter 93: Cellular Cultivation! 2026-10-17
94 Chapter 94: Passive Cultivation Mode 2026-10-17
95 Chapter 95: Dahlia Came Back and Panicked 2026-10-17
96 Chapter 96: The Mystery of Incomplete Traits 2026-10-17
97 Chapter 97: Vegetables? Over My Dead Body! 2026-10-17
98 Chapter 98: Don’t Die Dumb 2026-10-17
99 Chapter 99: The Sect Everyone Wanted Dead 2026-10-17
100 Chapter 100: Master’s Workouts Hurt Worse! 2026-10-17

Lunch break ended faster than anyone wanted.

The outer disciples dragged themselves back into the training hall, their legs shaking from the morning session.

Some were still chewing on their last bites of food, hoping for mercy.

But there was none.

Dahlia was already standing near the barbell rack, stacking and tightening the weights on the bar. When she was done, the total weight reached 180 kg.

She turned to the group.

”Alright, everyone! Earlier was just the warm-up. Now, we start the real training.”

A few disciples frowned, panicking, thinking just how crazy the real training was.

Dahlia ignored their panic and clapped her hands once.

”We’re going to train the core of your body with the king of all leg workouts, the squat and also will be the base for everything we do today.”

Dahlia then stepped into the bar, ducked her head under, and lifted it onto her shoulders in one clean motion.

”This one’s called the standard back squat.”

She lowered herself slowly. The heavy weights bent the bar slightly as she sank until her thighs were level with the floor.

”This works your legs, glutes and lower back. Basic but powerful.”

She stood back up smoothly and re-racked the bar.

”Your turn will come later, but for now watch carefully.”

She adjusted her feet wider and stepped under the bar again.

”This one is the wide-stance squat, or Master calls the sumo squat. It focuses on your hips and inner thighs. Great for stability and balance.”

She went down again, spreading her knees out more as she lowered herself.

”Go wide, but not too wide, or you’ll fall on your butt. Keep control.”

The disciples nodded, some swallowing hard.

Dahlia re-racked the bar once more and shook her arms to loosen them.

”Next, the narrow squat. This one kills your thighs.”

She brought her feet close together, maybe half a shoulder’s width, and took a deep breath.

”This variation works quads and core. It also teaches you balance. Don’t move your heels or you’ll tip over.”

She went down slow, her legs trembling slightly, under the load, then pushed again with a grunt.

”See? Simple, but it burns. This one’s great if you want to cry fast.”

A few disciples chuckled nervously.

”She’s not joking, is she?”

Garion only smirked.

”She never jokes about training when she was the one teaching.”

His words quickly scared some of them.

Dahlia then put the bar back into the rack, exhaling hard. Sweat ran down her face, but her grin never faded.

”Now, the last one for today...”

She grabbed a nearby wooden box and put it behind her.

”The box squat. You lower yourself until you just touch the box, then rise again.”

She demonstrated, lowering until her glutes brushed the box before pushing herself back up.

”This one builds explosive power. Great for jump strength and speed.”

She stood straight again and began to take off the plates one by one, not turning to the disciples.

”Alright, everyone! One by one, come to the rack and do your squat. I’ll check your form.”

The disciples looked at each other nervously. None of them moved, making Dahlia frown.

”What? You all scared of a metal stick?”

A few chuckles broke out, but no one stepped forward. Finally, one brave person walked up.

”Good,” Dahlia said, pointing at the rack.

”Get under the bar. For now, we’ll do it with no weight. You can’t even lift your confidence yet.”

The boy’s face went red as he ducked under the bar and placed it across his shoulders, wobbling slowly.

Dahlia stepped closer and instructed him.

”Feet shoulder-width apart... No, not that wide. You’re not riding a horse. There, good.”

The boy started lowering himself, but his knees bent inward awkwardly.

Dahlia immediately smacked his thigh lightly.

”Knees out! You’re not folding a chair!”

The boy yelped and corrected his stance. He pushed up, trembling, and barely made it back to standing.

”Not bad... At least you didn’t fall. Next!”

Another one, a tall girl, stepped forward confidently.

”I watched you, Senior Sister. I think I can do it.”

Dahlia smiled. ”Oh, really? Let’s see.”

The girl lowered herself smoothly, but her heels lifted off the ground halfway down.

Dahlia groaned.

”Heels on the ground! What are you doing, trying to summon a bird?”

Garion chuckled.

”You sound just like me now.”

Dahlia ignored him and continued.

”When you squat, push throuhg your heels. Keep your back straight, chest up. You fall forward, you’re doing push-ups next.”

The girl quickly fixed her stance. Dahlia nodded.

”Better. Remember... every squat starts from the ground.”

She clapped her hands together.

”Alright! Everyone will pair up. One person squats, one person spots.”

Several confused faces stared back.

Dahlia sighed.

”Spotter stands behind the lifter. If they look like they’re about to die, help them stand. Don’t just watch!”

She demonstrated with one of the male disciples, placing her hands near his ribs.

”You hold like this. But if you grab in the wrong place...”

She turned her head toward the others.

”...you’ll be doing planks for an hour.”

The disciples shuddered, thinking about an hour plank.

Dahlia quickly shouted.

”Alright! Pair up and get to work!”

Pairs began forming all across the hall. Metal clanked as bars were lifted from racks.

A skinny disciple under the bar whipsred, ”Senior Sister, what if I can’t get back up?”

”Then crawl,” Dahlia said flatly.

Another boy squatted halfway and stopped, grunting. Dahlia pointed at him.

”Lower! I said lower! If you don’t go low enough, it’s not a squat... It’s just pretending!”

”B-but my legs are shaking like crazy.”

”That means it’s working!”

Nearby, a pair of disciples started laughing when one lost balance and stumbled forward.

Dahlia caught the bar with one hand before it hit the ground.

”Focus! This isn’t a circus!”

”Sorry, Senior Sister!” both said at once.

Dahlia then gave the group another glance.

”Three sets of ten! Don’t stop until I say so!”

Groans filled the hall. They lowered and lifted, trembling and sweating, faces red from effort.

Some but their lips, others shouted as they tried to stand.

After a while, Dahlia clapped her hands again.

”Good! That’s one set. Now switch partners!”

The sound of exhausted complaints filled the hall.

”Switch?! I thought we’re done!”

Dahlia smirked.

”Done? You haven’t even started yet.”

They were shocked, muttering.

”She’s a demon...”

Dahlia cracked her knuckles and looked around proudly at the panting group.

”By the time I’m done with you, you’ll either walk stronger... or crawl home.”

The disciples groaned again, but none dared to quit.

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