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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 131 131: Twins Start a Riot · 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 twins stepped to the edge of the ring and raised their hands so the crowd could see them.

Rynar then yelled loudly enough to cut through the noise.

”Dear spectators... don’t you think that this competition is getting a little... bland?”

A ripple of confusion spread through the crowds. The announcer’s smile fell and some contestants glanced at each other.

Even a few elders frowned and leaned forward, wanting to know what these troublemakers wanted to do again.

Rynor grinned, voice playful.

”Every year it’s the same competition. Win one match, then the next, then the next. That’s fine if everyone’s the same level.”

He turned his head and looked, staring at the crowd and spreading his hands.

”But we’re on a whole different level, so... as the strongest ones, we want to propose a change of match.”

People began to whisper louder. The announcer cleared his throat and stepped forward, nervous.

”Change? What do you want to...?”

Rynar quickly cut him off with a shrug.

”Let’s run it like the final of the once-a-decade tournament a year ago. We will take on the others directly. It’s more exciting and saves everyone’s time.”

For a second the arena went quiet. Faces flicked to one another as memories surfaced.

A year ago, the final had shocked everyone as a single fighter had stepped up and said she’d face all challengers.

This kind of change was quickly protested by the other contestant, but the higher-ups accepted it with a price.

The price was the girl’s sect would be banned from any tournaments for a very long time.

But the sect leader accepted the price, and in the end, not only did she single-handedly beat everyone...

She made all the sects look like a joke. A newcomer had easily beaten all of their talented youths.

That story had burned through the clans for months as the most popular one.

And the girl who made it all happen was none other than Dahlia, who was now smirking from the flying ship.

Rynar glanced up at the flying ship where Garion and the others watched for a moment.

He then lifted his chin and turned toward Raviel, the clan patriarch. ”What do you say, Patriarch?”

Raviel’s hand stayed on his cane, and then he let out a long, slow smile.

”Interesting. If there’s a faster way to test true skill, I’m not against it.”

Elder Rendric stood beside him and frowned hard.

”Patriarch, you can’t just change the format on a whim. It’s unfair. We don’t know if their claim is true.”

Raviel’s smile didn’t fade. ”True, and that’s why we’ll add a condition.”

He then turned his eyes toward Garion’s ship. ”They want to run a gauntlet match. Fine. But first, they must pay a price.”

Rendric crossed his arms. ”A price? What do you mean?”

Raviel’s eyes locked onto Garion above the flying ship.

”We’ve heard much about this God Gym, but we’ve yet to see its master’s full strength.”

Ravie’s grin widening.

”After this, Sect Leader Garion... please fight a cultivator from our clan. If you are confident, you should not refuse.”

A whisper of agreement went through the elders. Several young fighters straightened as if they’d been handed new gossip.

Garion laughed softly, folding his arms.

He looked down at the arena like a man watching a simple game and laughed hard.

”Of course I accept, Patriarch Raviel. I was actually curious myself. I’d like to see just how strong the Revalis Clan truly is.”

Raviel leaned back in his seat, smirking. ”Good.”

He turned toward the announcer below. ”I approve the request. The match will change to a gauntlet format.”

The announcer blinked, clearly overwhelmed, but managed a shaky nod. ”A-Ah… understood, Patriarch!”

He stepped forward, voice rising with effort.

”Very well then! The competition will now change into a gauntlet match! The twins will face opponents continuously until they are defeated!”

A wave of whispers rippled through the crowd. Some gasped. Others cheered. Many laughed, not sure what to think.

The announcer pointed toward the twins.

”Since this was your idea, get ready! You’ll be fighting nonstop until you drop!”

Rynar and Rynor exchanged a glance.

The corners of their mouths lifted together in the same confident grin.

”Fine by us,” Rynar said, cracking his neck.

Rynor stretched his arms and yawned lightly.

”Hope you’ve got enough challengers ready. Wouldn’t want it to end too soon.”

As the crowd’s whispers grew louder, both twins took off their coats.

Gasps and laughter followed.

The twins stood revealed in their new combat suits.

Sleeveless tops and fitted shorts that hugged their powerful frames.

The polished gauntlets and heavy boots gleamed under the sunlight.

From the stands, many people laughed and snickered, shaking their heads.

”What are they wearing?! Those look ridiculous!”

”Is that a fight or a fashion show?”

”Those city boys are crazy…”

Rynor looked toward the crowd and gave a small, mocking bow.

”Thank you for your concern, but...”

Rynar rolled his shoulder, smirking, and continued.

”You’ll see soon enough what these ’funny suits’ can do.”

The crowd’s laughter turned to murmurs again, curiosity replacing mockery.

Up on the flying ship, Dahlia leaned on the railing, arms folded.

”They’re doing it exactly like I told them.”

Beside her, Rachel’s eyes widened slightly.

”They really don’t fear the entire clan, do they?”

Dahlia shook her head. ”Nope. Fear’s not part of their training.”

Garion watched them with that same calm grin.

”Let them have their stage. This is where the real fun begins.”

Down below, the announcer raised his hand again, trying to be heard over the rising noise.

”Competitors, return to your positions! The gauntlet match is about to begin!”

Rynar and Rynor bumped fists.

”Ready?” Rynar asked.

”Always,” Rynor replied.

They turned toward the center of the ring, shoulders squared, grins sharp.

Garion’s voice echoed faintly from above. ”Go on. Show them the strength built from sweat, not bloodlines.”

The crowd grew restless as the first opponents stepped forward.

Rynar’s smile widened. ”Round one, huh?”

Rynor’s eyes glowed faintly with electric light. ”Let’s make it quick.”

The announcer raised his arm high.

”Match one of the Revalis Clan Gauntlet Tournament… begin!”

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