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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 123: The One-Strike Twins · 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 crowd’s cheers from the first fight were fading when the announcer raised his hand again.

”Next up! Contestant Number Two, Rynar Revalis, versus Contestant Number Thirty-One!”

Instantly, the arena grew louder.

”The twin’s up!”

”Let’s see if he’s really grown strong just like he says he is!”

Rynar then walked into the arena calmly, and from the opposite side, a young man with short orange hair entered.

He had a smug grin on his face, and also he had a curved blade on his waist.

He took out his sword and pointed it at Rynar.

”So you’re Rynar, huh? The so-called troublemaker who ran from the clan. Can’t believe you came crawling back.”

Some in the crowd laughed, while others whispered.

Rynar didn’t even react. He just scratched the back of his neck and yawned. ”You talk too much.”

The boy snorted, stepping closer.

”Even if you trained hard somewhere out there, you’re still weak. I’ll make sure everyone remembers that.”

Rynar tilted his head. ”Sure, sure. Can we start already?”

The boy’s grin faltered slightly. ”Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He coated his curved sword with his flaming mana, making it bright and wild, and then charged forward.

”Blazing Slash!”

He slashed his blade down in a diagonal arc, cutting through the air with a sharp hiss.

The crowd leaned forward, eyes wide.

But before the slash landed, Rynar moved. He didn’t dodge or even block. He just raised one hand and caught the boy’s wrist mid-swing.

The boy’s eyes went wide. ”W-What...?”

Rynar looked down at the burning sword, then at him, and said flatly.

”Is this all there is from you?”

The boy tried to pull away, but Rynar’s grip didn’t even budge. His arms even began to tremble.

”How... how can you stop it with one hand?!”

Rynar smiled faintly, calm and lazy. ”You said I was weak, right?”

He clenched his other fist. ”Let me show you how weak I am.”

He punched once.

A simple, clean strike to the gut.

The air went out of the boy’s lungs.

His eyes went blank for a second before his knees hit the floor.

The sword dropped from his hand, flames fading instantly.

Gasps spread through the entire arena.

The boy groaned once, then slumped to the side, completely unconscious.

The announcer stood frozen for a second, jaw open, before finally raising his voice.

”...W-Winner! Rynar Revalis!”

The crowd exploded.

Cheers, shouts, and disbelief were all mixed into one deafening roar.

Back down in the arena, Rynar looked at the unconscious fighter on the ground, then shrugged.

”Guess that’s that.”

The announcer, still buzzing with excitement, shouted again.

”A shocking victory! One strike and Number Thirty-One is down! The twins are not to be underestimated!”

The crowd’s noise grew louder again, waves of cheers and shocked laughter filling the air.

Rynar turned toward the stands, grinning slightly. ”Next?”

The referee blinked, still stunned. ”Uh... yes! Next!”

He waved toward the crowd.

”Contestant Number Three, Rynor Revalis, versus Number Thirty!”

The audience erupted once again.

”The second twin!”

”Is he the same as his brother?!”

”No way they both win like that!”

Rynar walked off the stage slowly, hands in his pockets, while Rynor stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with a grin.

”Your turn,” Rynar said over his shoulder, smirking slightly without turning back.

Rynor smirked, rolling his shoulders. ”Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick too.”

From the opposite side, a young man stepped in. He had short yellow hair and held twin daggers.

He spun one easily in his hands, and sparks of electricity flickered faintly around his boots.

The boy pointed one dagger toward Rynor, grinning confidently.

”I’ll admit that your brother’s strong. That punch from him was no joke.”

Rynnor tilted his head, smiling faintly. ”Oh? You admit it, huh?”

The boy nodded.

”Yeah, and it was impressive... but don’t think everyone’s weak just because you trained somewhere fancy.”

Rynor stretched his neck lazily.

”That depends. You planned to talk to death or fight?”

The boy smirked. ”I’ll make you eat those words.”

Lightning mana crackled around his legs as he shouted. ”Lighting Step!”

The boy vanished, and a yellow streak appeared and shot around the arena.

The crowd gasped.

”He disappeared!”

”Too fast!”

Rynor stood perfectly still in the center of the arena, hands in his pockets, eyes half-open like he was barely interested.

A low voice suddenly came from behind him, calm but smug.

”Even if you’re strong, can you see me? Or even better... hit me?”

No answer came from Rynor. He didn’t even turn around.

The boy chuckled under his breath. ”Heh. Not much of a talker, huh?”

”You’ve changed for the better, I’ll give you that. But don’t think that means you can beat me.”

He crossed his twin daggers, lightning exploding around him like a thunderclap.

”And now...” he shouted, jumping forward. ”Lightning Cross!”

The crack of thunder shook the air. Sparks streaked toward Rynor from behind.

But before the blades could touch him, Rynor moved.

Just one step. One smooth motion.

His leg swung back like a whip.

THUD!

The kick landed square in the boy’s stomach, and the lightning vanished instantly.

The boy’s body then shot backward, rolling across the floor until he hit the wall and crumpled to the ground.

The arena fell silent for a moment.

”W-What just happened?”

”Did he... did he just kick him mid-attack?!”

”I didn’t even see it!”

Rynor lowered his leg slowly, dust swirling around his boot. ”Lightning Step, huh?”

He brushed off his leg. ”My senior sister moves even faster than you.”

The crowd erupted. Cheers and shocked laughter filled the air again.

The announcer was blinking rapidly, still processing what just happened.

Then he shouted. ”W-Winner! Rynor Revalis! Another instant victory!”

The stands went wild.

”Two matches, two knockouts!”

”Are they even human?!”

Rynar leaned against the railing of the waiting area, smirking.

”Not bad, brother. You took one more second than me, though.”

Rynor turned and grinned back. ”Please. I was just being polite.”

Dahlia, watching from above, couldn’t hide her small smile.

”Those two really don’t know how to hold back.”

Clara laughed. ”They’re just showing off because Master’s watching.”

Garion stood with his arms folded, watching calmly. He was quite satisfied with them.

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