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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 122: All In One Bracket! · 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

The announcer cleared his throat and forced a smile, raising one hand to calm everyone down.

”Alright, alright! Let’s calm down before someone decides to start Round Two right now!”

The laughter that followed broke some of the tension.

The announcer scanned his list again and lifted his voice.

”Next, Rovric Revalis and Ragric Revalis! Step up and draw your numbers!”

The two men exchanged a glance before walking to the glowing box.

Rovric carried his sword slung casually across his back. He smirked, reaching to the box, and took one orb out.

”Let’s see where fate puts me.”

He lifted his orb, and the number shone clear. ”Seventeen.”

The crowd cheered lightly.

Ragric followed with a faint grin. ”Then it’s my turn.”

He reached in, pulling his orb without hesitation.

The number glowed bright. ”Twenty.”

Gasps went through the stands.

”Seventeen and twenty? That’s close!”

”They’re in the same bracket!”

”Wait... if the match order goes by seeding, that means...”

The announcer’s eyes widened as he did the quick math on his board.

”Oh... ho! Looks like we have an interesting setup this year!”

He turned toward the crowd, voice booming.

”For those who don’t know the bracket system, let me explain!”

He walked around with dramatic steps while explaining.

”Number one fights number thirty-two, number two fights number thirty-one, and so on...”

He paused, pointing at the huge floating display, showing the brackets and contestants’ names.

”Now, if we follow this pattern... it means something very special is about to happen!”

He turned his finger toward the four standing competitors: Rynar, Rynor, Rovric, and Ragric.

”Based on their numbers... Rynar is two, Rynor is three, Rovric is seventeen, and Ragric is twenty...”

He lifted his arm dramatically, shouting.

”If all four keep winning, the matchups in the quarterfinals will be...”

He pointed at Rynar. ”Rynar Revalis vs. Rovric Revalis!”

Then swung his arm toward Rynor. ”And Rynor Revalis vs. Ragric Revalis!”

The entire arena went wild.

”WHAT?!”

”This is insane!”

”That’s like two storms colliding!”

Rynor blinked, then grinned wide. ”Quarterfinals, huh? That’s sooner than I expected.”

Rynar chuckled beside him, cracking his neck. ”Heh. This’ll be interesting.”

Across from them, Rovric rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.

”You two sound confident. Don’t get ahead of yourselves. You might not even make it that far.”

Ragric twirled his spear in one hand.

”Yeah. You better hope your little tricks work, because you won’t last long once the real fights start.”

Rynor tilted his head, grinning lazily.

”You sound a little nervous for someone who keeps talking about being strong.”

The crowd let out a collective ”Ooooh,” enjoying the exchange.

Ragric’s smile dropped. ”Nervous? Don’t make me laugh.”

Rynar folded his arms, his grin widening. ”Then don’t hold back when we meet.”

Rynor added, voice low and sharp. ”Yeah. We’d hate for you to have excuses when you lose.”

Sparks popped from Ragric’s spear as he stepped forward slightly.

”Keep talking. Let’s see if your mouths are still working after the first round.”

Rovric laughed under his breath, his hand tightening. ”This is going to be fun.”

The crowd let out a collective ”Ooooh,” enjoying the exchange.

Ragric’s smile dropped. ”Nervous? Don’t make me laugh.”

Rynar folded his arms, his grin widening. ”Then don’t hold back when we meet.”

The crowd roared again, eating up every word.

”Quarterfinals? It’s going to be a Revalis civil war!”

”I’m betting on the twins!”

”Bet on Rovric, you fool. He’s clearly better!”

Up on the Patriarch’s seat, Raviel’s eyes gleamed with interest.

”So the bracket has paired them like this... Fate truly has a sense of humor.”

Elder Rendric nodded beside him.

”If they all make it to that round, Patriarch, this will be one of the most exciting competitions in years.”

Raviel smiled a little.

”Indeed. Let’s see which side of Revalis’s blood burns brighter... Our clan’s flame and thunder, or whatever strange path those two learned under that man.”

Meanwhile, Garion stood on the ship’s edge, watching quietly with the same calm grin.

Dahlia stood beside him, arms crossed, eyes locked on the arena below.

”Looks like they’ll have their hands full,” she said.

Garion nodded. ”Good. Let them show what the God Gym teaches.”

The drums in the arena started again, echoing as the announcer raised his arm and shouted.

”Contestants, prepare yourselves! The duels begin soon!”

Cheers erupted again, and as the crowd roared, the twins looked at each other, fists bumping.

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The announcer raised his hand high.

”Alright, everyone! The moment you’ve been waiting for. Let’s begin the first match.”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

”Contestants number one and thirty-two. Step into the arena!”

Two figures walked out from the opposite gates.

Number one, a tall young man with dark brown hair, carried a long sword strapped across his back.

Number Thirty-Two was shorter, his hair messy, holding twin daggers in both hands.

The announcer pointed to both sides dramatically.

”Both cultivators are at the stabilization stage! Let’s see who burns brighter!”

The crowd roared again.

The two fighters stood still for a heartbeat, eyes locked. Then, without a signal, they both moved.

CLANG!

Sparks burst into the air as their blades collided.

Number One pushed forward, his sword glowing with orange flame.

He swung again, wide and heavy, but Number Thirty-Two twisted, dodging by an inch, and countered with a quick slash from both daggers.

The crowd shouted and gasped with every move.

”Close one!”

”He almost got hit!”

”That sword’s fast!”

Both were strong but cautious, moving in circles, testing each other’s defenses.

Down in the stands, Rynor leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.

”So that’s the level of the average clan fighter, huh?”

Rynar crossed his arms. ”Yeah. Looks flashy, but they’re slow.”

Back in the arena, Number Thirty-Two lunged again, daggers crossing.

His strikes were fast, but Number One blocked both and twisted his sword, locking the blades.

The two struggled for a moment before Number One’s foot shot forward, slamming into his opponent’s chest.

The smaller man stumbled back, coughing.

Number One didn’t wait. His sword flared with flame as he swung downward.

BOOM!

The impact hit the ground, and then the flames burst upward, forcing the other fighter to roll away.

The heat wave swept across the arena floor, drawing cheers and shouts.

”Whoa!”

”Look at that fire!”

”That’s a real Revalis flame strike!”

Number Thirty-Two tried to rise, but his knees buckled.

His daggers fell to the ground with a clatter. The referee stepped forward, raising his hand.

”The fight is over!”

The crowd held its breath for a moment, then erupted again as the announcer shouted.

”Winner! Contestant Number One!”

Applause and cheers filled the air.

Number One lowered his sword and gave a respectful bow before turning to leave the stage.

His calm composure made the audience cheer even louder.

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