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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 163: Hell’s Gym Session · Oct 17, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Cultivator’s First Workout 2026-10-17
152 Chapter 152: Raviel’s Legendary Slip 2026-10-17
153 Chapter 153: Dinner Disaster at Revalis Hall 2026-10-17
154 Chapter 154: Dinner Guests Gone Wild 2026-10-17
155 Chapter 155: The Disciples’ Revenge Workout 2026-10-17
156 Chapter 156: The God Gym’s First Victims 2026-10-17
157 Chapter 157: The Trainer from Hell 2026-10-17
158 Chapter 158: Garion’s Motivational Torture 2026-10-17
159 Chapter 159: The Disciples’ Showcase. 2026-10-17
160 Chapter 160: The Final Lift 2026-10-17
161 Chapter 161: Strength Has No Age 2026-10-17
162 Chapter 162: Love Is the Ultimate Motivation 2026-10-17
163 Chapter 163: Hell’s Gym Session 2026-10-17
164 Chapter 164: Rendric’s Risky Delivery 2026-10-17
165 Chapter 165: From Cultivator to Beginner Again 2026-10-17
166 Chapter 166: Blades and Bad Decisions 2026-10-17
167 Chapter 167: The Birth of a Magic Swordsman 2026-10-17
168 Chapter 168: Bracelets of Pure Suffering 2026-10-17
169 Chapter 169: Revalis Rehabilitation Center 2026-10-17
170 Chapter 170: Reforging the Patriarch 2026-10-17
171 Chapter 171: The New and Upgraded Raviel 2026-10-17
172 Chapter 172: Pain Franchise Activated 2026-10-17
173 Chapter 173: The Curse of Being Pretty 2026-10-17
174 Chapter 174: One Month for One Woman 2026-10-17
175 Chapter 175: From Mocked To Mocking Master 2026-10-17
176 Chapter 176: Beta Male Massacre 2026-10-17
177 Chapter 177: The Haircut Battle Begins 2026-10-17
178 Chapter 178: Afro Down! 2026-10-17
179 Chapter 179: Revenge of the Green Afro Dad 2026-10-17
180 Chapter 180: The Natural Steroid Surprise 2026-10-17
181 Chapter 181: Arden Goes Full Nature Mode 2026-10-17
182 Chapter 182: The Green God Awakens 2026-10-17
183 Chapter 183: Pray for the Next Victims 2026-10-17
184 Chapter 184: One Month of Pain Results 2026-10-17
185 Chapter 185: Eco-Friendly Tree Guy 2026-10-17
186 Chapter 186: The Physique Doctrine 2026-10-17
187 Chapter 187: Garion’s Favorite Wedding Gift 2026-10-17
188 Chapter 188: You Messed In The Wrong Day 2026-10-17
189 Chapter 189: The Noodle Man vs the Gym God 2026-10-17
190 Chapter 190: The One-Finger Execution 2026-10-17
191 Chapter 191: God Gym Clean-Up Crew in Action 2026-10-17
192 Chapter 192: Garion, Matchmaker of Clans 2026-10-17
193 Chapter 193: Pack Up or Get Left Behind 2026-10-17
194 Chapter 194: The Fall of Revalis Begins 2026-10-17
195 Chapter 195: Garion Becomes a Meteor 2026-10-17
196 Chapter 196: Rakir’s Flames of Rebellion 2026-10-17
197 Chapter 197: Garion Arrives to Bully Another Grand Elder 2026-10-17
198 Chapter 198: More Like Burnt Chicken 2026-10-17
199 Chapter 199: Overdrive Mode: Suffering Edition 2026-10-17
200 Chapter 200: Awakening? More Like Torture Mode 2026-10-17

Raviel grabbed the bottle, gave it a quick glance, and downed it in one go.

The moment the liquid hit his throat, he winced and let out a short cough.

”Damn it! How can it be this hot and still taste tangy?”

Garion chuckled, watching him from the side.

”That’s one of the side effects. It works great, but the flavor... well, still a work in progress.”

Raviel squinted at him. ”Wait... One of the side effects? What do you mean by one?”

Garion crossed his arms, looking completely unbothered.

”Yeah. The drink might make your body overheat for a bit, maybe shake your body a bit, and you’ll probably see a few sparks jumping off your skin.

He then remembered another side effect.

”Oh, and also don’t forget to drink some water later, as dehydration could be a possible side effect too.”

Raviel blinked. ”What the hell, Garion! You could’ve said that before I drank it!”

Garion grinned. ”You didn’t ask.”

Sparks began to crackle faintly around Raviel’s shoulders, his skin giving off a faint red glow.

He stared at his arms in disbelief. ”You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Garion laughed. ”Relax. That means it’s working. Feel that heat? That’s your mana circulation hitting overdrive.

He tapped Raviel’s shoulder. ”It boosts your strength and mana flow efficiency. It’s the perfect state for training.”

Raviel exhaled slowly, feeling the heat spread through his chest. His aura flickered between red and yellow.

”Tch... no wonder your disciples are scared of you.”

Garion tilted his head. ”Scared? They should be grateful.”

Raviel gave him a flat look. ”Grateful?”

He sighed. ”You’ve got insane training routines, and now you’re feeding them insane drinks like this.”

Garion smirked. ”Exactly. Builds character.”

Raviel sighed, shaking his head while sparks danced around his arms. ”You’re not a trainer, you’re a demon.”

Garion chuckled and started walking toward the squat rack. ”Good. Then let’s begin your infernal training, Patriarch.”

Raviel groaned. ”If I survive this, I’m going to make you drink one of my clan’s worst potions next time.”

Garion looked back with a grin. ”Deal. But make sure you can still walk by the end of today.”

He then began loading weights one by one, and when he finished, the bar stood heavy with a full 100 kilograms.

Raviel’s eyes widened. ”Wait a minute. Outside, I only used fifty! Why are you doubling it already?”

Garion shrugged. ”Because you already drank that supplement. Your strength’s boosted right now.”

Raviel stared at the bar, then at Garion. ”You’re insane.”

Garion smirked. ”And you agreed to this. Now stop talking and squat. Ten reps.”

Raviel exhaled, stepping forward under the bar. The moment he lifted it off the rack, the floor vibrated slightly.

His muscles tensed, and faint sparks ran across his arms and neck.

He lowered himself slowly. ”One...”

He gritted his teeth. ”Two...”

Garion stood behind him, nodding. ”Good. Keep your back straight. Don’t let your knees cave in.”

He then shouted, cheering for him. ”Feel that pressure! That’s your limit being tested!”

Raviel groaned. ”I feel it’s all right.”

Garion nodded. ”Now do it nine more times.”

Raviel shot him a glare, but kept going.

His breath grew heavy, heat rising from his skin as each rep made the sparks grow brighter.

By the tenth squat, small flickers of flame appeared around his legs.

He racked the bar and let out a deep breath, sweat dripping down his face. ”Ten reps. Done. Satisfied?”

Garion smirked. ”Not yet. Three sets.”

Raviel blinked. ”Three sets?! Are you trying to kill me?”

Garion chuckled. ”Don’t exaggerate. You’re a Patriarch, not a rookie. You said you wanted to train seriously, right?”

Raviel groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. ”I didn’t think ’seriously’ meant suicide.”

Garion ignored him and pointed at the bar. ”Come on. You’ve got one month. Don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Raviel sighed and grabbed the bar again. ”One month with you feels like a punishment from the heavens.”

Garion grinned. ”Then consider it divine training.”

Raviel shot him a tired look. ”You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Garion chuckled. ”Of course I am. You’re the one who said you wanted to impress Aveline. So squat like a man who’s going to win his bride.”

Raviel froze for a second, then gritted his teeth. ”You didn’t have to put it like that.”

Garion leaned against a nearby bench. ”Motivation works best when it stings.”

Raviel took a deep breath and returned to position. ”Fine. But when I collapse, you’re carrying me.”

Garion smiled. ”If you can’t walk, I’ll just drag you to the next set.”

Raviel groaned. ”I hate this already.”

Garion crossed his arms. ”You’ll thank me when she looks at you differently.”

Raviel snorted. ”She’d better, or I’m throwing this barbell at you.”

Garion laughed. ”Now that’s the spirit. Three sets, Patriarch. Let’s see if you can survive this infernal routine.”

Raviel muttered, ”If I die, tell the clan I went out training.”

Garion grinned wider. ”Don’t worry. You’ll live. But walking tomorrow? That’s a different story.”

---

Meanwhile, back at the Revalis Clan, Rendric had already returned to handle the affairs left behind by the Patriarch.

He walked through the main hall, reading through a stack of reports while several elders followed behind him.

One of them asked. ”Elder Rendric, will the Patriarch really be gone for an entire month?”

Rendric nodded. ”Yes. He’s doing... special training with Sect Leader Garion.”

The elders exchanged nervous glances. ”Special training? With that monster?”

Rendric sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

”Exactly. Which means for the next month, we all need to handle things properly, and no one is allowed to bother him. Not even if the heavens fall.”

The others nodded quickly and scattered.

Once the hall was quiet again, Rendric leaned back in the Patriarch’s chair and rubbed his temples.

”One month without Raviel... may the gods help this clan.”

He stared at the clan map spread across the table. ”Now then... there’s still one more problem.”

His eyes moved to the northern area marked with green vines, known as the territory of the Avenora Clan.

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