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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 121: You Won’t Believe These Numbers! · Oct 17, 2026

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101 Chapter 101: How to Break Two Cultivators Before Dinner 2026-10-17
102 Chapter 102: The Calm Before Global Chaos 2026-10-17
103 Chapter 103: Garion’s Secret Recipe: Pain and Gain 2026-10-17
104 Chapter 104: Dinner or Death Challenge 2026-10-17
105 Chapter 105: From Feast to Fitness Hell 2026-10-17
106 Chapter 106: The Serum That Breaks Limits 2026-10-17
107 Chapter 107: His Trait Didn’t Fail… It Transcended. 2026-10-17
108 Chapter 108: Arden the Unpaid Substitute Teacher 2026-10-17
109 Chapter 109: The Lecture That Accidentally Saved Everyone 2026-10-17
110 Chapter 110: The Reward You Wish You Didn’t Earn 2026-10-17
111 Chapter 111: Hot, Sour, Salty, and Regretful 2026-10-17
112 Chapter 112: The Chosen Five 2026-10-17
113 Chapter 113: Four Months of Fire 2026-10-17
114 Chapter 114: The Twin Terrors Go Home 2026-10-17
115 Chapter 115: Garion Learns What Clan Politics Feel Like 2026-10-17
116 Chapter 116: Garion Went Full Prince Mode 2026-10-17
117 Chapter 117: The God Gym Needs a New Elder 2026-10-17
118 Chapter 118: Romantic Hospitality Mode 2026-10-17
119 Chapter 119: Twin Terrors Drop In... Literally 2026-10-17
120 Chapter 120: Who Invited These Gym Freaks? 2026-10-17
121 Chapter 121: You Won’t Believe These Numbers! 2026-10-17
122 Chapter 122: All In One Bracket! 2026-10-17
123 Chapter 123: The One-Strike Twins 2026-10-17
124 Chapter 124: A Sect That Builds Monsters 2026-10-17
125 Chapter 125: The Flame Swordman, Rovric 2026-10-17
126 Chapter 126: How to Ask for Forbidden Knowledge Casually 2026-10-17
127 Chapter 127: The Patriarch’s Brain Just Crashed 2026-10-17
128 Chapter 128: Raviel’s Request 2026-10-17
129 Chapter 129: New Elder Quest Unlocked 2026-10-17
130 Chapter 130 130: The Twins Got New Drip 2026-10-17
131 Chapter 131 131: Twins Start a Riot 2026-10-17
132 Chapter 132: A Buffet Gauntlet 2026-10-17
133 Chapter 133: The Arena Dancing Floor 2026-10-17
134 Chapter 134: Punch Buffet 2026-10-17
135 Chapter 135: Revenge Buffet 2026-10-17
136 Chapter 136: Revalis Grand Buffet Finale 2026-10-17
137 Chapter 137: Time for the Boss Battle 2026-10-17
138 Chapter 138: Wizard Mode Activated 2026-10-17
139 Chapter 139: When Gods Enter the World 2026-10-17
140 Chapter 140: Doing Push-Ups Inside a God’s Realm 2026-10-17
141 Chapter 141: One More Rep to Break Heaven 2026-10-17
142 Chapter 142: The Pain of Ascension 2026-10-17
143 Chapter 143: Heavier Than Godhood 2026-10-17
144 Chapter 144: The Mortal Who Matched a God 2026-10-17
145 Chapter 145: Minor Pain Expected 2026-10-17
146 Chapter 146: The Patriarch Invited the Wrong Group to Dinner 2026-10-17
147 Chapter 147: The Revalis Banquet Massacre 2026-10-17
148 Chapter 148: The Brothel Misunderstanding 2026-10-17
149 Chapter 149: Revalis After Dark 2026-10-17
150 Chapter 150: Rise of the First Branch 2026-10-17

Rynar glanced at Rynor and gave a quick nod. ”Not bad. That kick looked clean.”

Rynor smirked back. ”Your punch wasn’t half bad either.”

They both laughed loudly.

The crowd picked up the sound and then fell silent as Ragric and Rovric came from the sides.

Rovric folded his arms, chin up. Ragric spun his spear once and hooked it over his shoulder.

”Well, well,” Rovric said, his voice dripping with amusement.

”Look who’s back. The so-called Terror Twins, the weak troublemakers we used to defeat daily.”

Ragric chuckled.

”Yeah, I never understood that name. ’Terror’? Please. The only thing you were terrified of was your reflection.”

He leaned forward slightly, his grin sharp.

”And you actually had the guts to come back here? Who told you that was a smart idea?”

Rynar didn’t flinch. He just stepped a half step forward and smirked.

”We came back to fight. If that bothers you, stand aside.”

Rovric’s eyes narrowed. ”Fight? You? Don’t make me laugh.”

Rynor let his smirk spread slowly.

”Laugh all you want. Today we’re the ones kicking asses.”

He tapped his foot on the stone, gestures easy and loose.

”Starting with yours, if you want a sample.”

Ragric sneered. He stabbed the air with the spear tip, testing the space between them.

”Brave words for you, who ran away once. What changed? New tricks? New friends to hide behind?”

Rynar’s jaw clenched.

”You forget one thing. We didn’t run away. We just trained and learned in the outside world to be stronger.”

Rovric laughed, loud and sharp.

”Learned what? How to talk big? Show us then. Strike the stone again. Make it blue if you can.”

Rynor glanced back at Rynar, then stepped forward to the pillar.

He didn’t touch it yet. He looked at the crowd, then at Ragric and Rovric.

”You sure you want this to be a show?”

Ragric spat on the ground. ”Do it. Make it quick so we can finish your act.”

Rynar flexed his fingers slowly, the move almost casual. He cracked his knuckles and smiled.

”Fine. We’ll make it quick.”

The spectators watched more closely. Some cheered, and others sneered.

Rynor moved his leg back, calm as ever, then kicked. Rynar followed with a fist that cut the air.

The pillar flared blue once again, forcing Ragric and Rovric’s smiles to flicker and then harden.

Rovric stepped forward, teeth showing. ”So it lights up. Lucky hit.”

Ragric clenched his spear. ”Don’t get cocky. This is just the start.”

Rynor wiped his boot on the stone and shrugged. ”Then start. We were bored anyway.”

Rynar cracked his neck, smiling faintly. ”Yeah, all this talk’s making me sleepy.”

The two sides stared at each other across the glowing stone.

Around them, the arena fell quiet. No one dared blink.

A few whispers spread through the crowd.

”Are they really going to fight now?”

”This isn’t even the next round yet!”

”The elders are watching. Someone stop them!”

The announcer, clearly sweating, waved his arms and stepped forward between the groups.

”Alright, alright! Everyone, calm down! The first round is done!”

He laughed nervously and looked at both sides.

”No fighting yet... unless you, of course, all of you, wish for me to get yelled at by the elders.”

The crowd chuckled a little, tension breaking for a moment.

Rynor tilted his head, turning to Ragric. ”Tch. You’re lucky he stepped in.”

Ragric lowered his spear but didn’t take his eyes off the twins. ”You wish.”

Rovric smirked from beside him. ”Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance soon enough.”

Rynar’s grin widened. ”I’m counting on it.”

The announcer clapped his hands loudly.

”Okay! Now that everyone’s not trying to kill each other. Let’s move straight to the second round!”

The crowd roared again, excitement returning.

He raised his voice once again.

”We have thirty-two contestants left after the power test! From here on out, we’ll move to the duel phase!”

Gasps and shouts filled the air.

”Duel phase already?”

”That fast?”

”This is where it gets good!”

The announcer nodded, walking across the stage.

”All participants, come forward and draw your number tokens for your match positions! Remember! Once you draw, there’s no switching!”

Dozens of cultivators began to line up at the side table where the glowing wooden box sat.

Each one took a small orb that glowed with their number.

Rynor leaned over to Rynar. ”Bet I get number one.”

Rynar snorted. ”Bet you get last and have to wait all day.”

Rynor snorted back. ”Ha, at least I’ll get to watch you lose first.”

The announcer glanced their way.

”Terror Twins, you’re up next! Step forward and take your numbers!”

The crowd’s attention turned to them again. The whispers started up once more.

”Let’s see if they can fight as well as they show off.”

”Terror Twins, huh?”

Rynor stretched his arms, pretending to yawn. ”Guess we’re famous again.”

Rynar grinned. ”Good. I like having an audience.”

They stepped forward together.

Rynar reached in first, grabbed one, and held it up. The number glowed bright.

”Number two,” he said, smirk widening.

Rynor stepped up right after him, tapping the box with his knuckles before pulling his orb.

He glanced at it, then laughed softly. ”Three.”

The crowd reacted instantly.

”Back-to-back numbers?”

”They’re going to fight one after the other?”

”This is going to be good!”

The announcer blinked twice, his mouth hanging open before he finally raised his voice.

”W-Well, look at that! Back-to-back matches! Looks like the famous twins will be fighting early in the round!”

Rynor grinned, rolling his shoulders. ”Perfect. The sooner we start, the sooner I get to break something.”

Rynar chuckled beside him. ”Just don’t break the stage again.”

Across the arena, Ragric leaned lazily on his spear, watching them with that same mocking smirk.

”Be careful what you wish for, little bastards. You might end up burning yourselves out.”

Rovric folded his arms, eyes narrowing slightly.

”Or maybe they just want attention. They’ve always been good at that.”

Rynar turned his head toward them, his grin never fading. ”Oh, we’ll get plenty of attention soon.”

Rynor added. ”Yeah. From the ground, with you both looking up at us.”

The crowd roared at the exchange. The tension was thick but exciting.

Even the announcer looked like he didn’t know whether to step back or keep the energy going.

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