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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 196: Rakir’s Flames of Rebellion · 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

Inside the Revalis Clan’s main building, the entire hall trembled from the force of mana clashing.

Several elders were pushed back, boots scraping against the floor as they struggled to stand their ground.

One of them shouted in disbelief.

”Grand Elder Rakir... what do you mean by this?!”

Another slammed his palm on the ground to steady himself.

”How dare you attack us?! We are your fellow elders!”

Rakie stood at the center of the hall. His face was filled with arrogance.

”How dare I?”

He laughed hard and then shouted.

”How dare you! You fools still cling to Raviel like blind dogs!”

He stomped once and released a heavy pressure with his domain, forcing some elders down to one knee.

One elder gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his chin.

”Rakir! Have you lost your mind?! Raviel is your Patriarch!”

Rakir laughed loudly.

”Patriarch? Don’t make me laugh! That brat only gained that position because the previous Patriarch chose him!”

He pointed at the elders with a shaking finger full of rage.

”But now? Raviel is dead. His corpse is probably rotting somewhere.”

The elders flinched, some gasping, some trembling with anger.

”That’s a lie!”

”You don’t know that!”

Rakir grinned darkly.

”Oh, but I do. Once he’s dead, the clan needs a stronger leader... someone like me.”

He spread his arms wide, letting his aura explode.

”And today, I will remove all the trash who still sides with Raviel!”

A few elders slowly stepped forward, forming a defensive stance despite shaking legs.

”If you think we’ll let you take over by force...”

”...then we’ll drag you down with us!”

Rakir’s grin only widened.

”Good. Come and try.”

He slammed his foot into the floor, and he fully opened his domain.

[Blazing Tyrant Domain]

Flames began to cover and change the whole building into a domain of flames.

Several elders were blasted backward, hitting pillars and crashing onto the ground.

”Agh!”

”His... domain... It’s too strong!”

Even third-realm elders tried to stand, but their knees buckled under the overwhelming pressure.

Rakir sneered as he slowly walked toward them.

”Pathetic! You call yourselves elders of Revalis?”

One elder struggled to rise, arms shaking violently.

”Rakir... this power... When did you reach this level?”

Rakir laughed, lifting his chin smugly.

”While that brat Raviel wasted time trying to ’better the clan,’ I cultivated. I grew stronger and strong enough to claim what should’ve been mine from the start.”

He waved his hand lazily, sending a whip of flame crashing into three elders at once.

BAM!!

They were sent flying, rolling across the burning floor.

Rakir clicked his tongue.

”Trash. All of you... are trash.”

He stretched his arms wide, letting the flames swirl and rise behind him like a giant inferno.

”From today onward, the Revalis Clan belongs to me, Rakir!”

The surviving elders, bruised and coughing, glared up at him through the shimmering heat.

Their bodies trembled, but their eyes were saying that they refused to bow.

Rakir sneered at their stubbornness.

But before he could speak again...

FWIP

Someone rushed into the hall and quickly dropped to one knee.

”Grand Elder Rakir!” The man shouted, panting hard.

”Elder Ralom has failed! He couldn’t destroy the God Gym in the town!”

The room fell silent for a heartbeat.

Rakir’s eye twitched.

”...What did you just say?”

The messenger swallowed.

”E-Elder Ralom was defeated. The gym still stands... and the people inside are unharmed.”

Rakir’s aura erupted like exploding oil.

”HOW?! Those brats? Those weaklings?!”

He stamped the ground, cracking it beneath his heel.

”Ralom is a second-realm peak elder! Even if he’s weak, he shouldn’t lose to a bunch of children!”

An elder on the floor snorted faintly.

”Maybe your men... aren’t as strong as you think.”

Rakir whipped his head toward him.

”Say that again and I’ll burn your tongue off.”

The elder spat blood but grinned.

”Do it. Raviel will come back soon. And when he does...”

Rakir cut him off with a blazing kick to the chest.

BAM!!

The man flew into a pillar, coughing violently.

Rakir turned back to the messenger, eyes blazing.

”Go,” he growled.

”Take every elder who can still fight.”

The messenger nodded shakily.

”Y-Yes, Grand Elder...”

Rakir leaned in, his voice sharp like a blade.

”And burn that place down.”

The messenger paled, but he didn’t dare hesitate. He turned to run.

Rakir crossed his arms, flames swirling higher.

”Let’s see how long Raviel’s toys can last.”

---

Rynar and Rynor stood at the entrance of the God Gym, arms crossed.

The city around them... was turning quiet.

People hurried into their houses, whispering in fear as they glanced toward the twins.

Rynor tilted his head.

”Looks like everyone got the memo.”

Rynar chuckled, brushing his thumb along the edge of his jaw.

”Yeah. They know something big is coming... so they ran.”

Rynor rolled his shoulders.

”Good. Fewer people to worry about. Less mess.”

Rynar nodded.

”And more space to punch whoever’s coming.”

Both twins shared a grin.

Then they heard it.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

The low rumbling of soldiers moving in formation.

The twins slowly turned their heads toward the distant street.

Figures began to emerge from the smoke-like haze of dust.

All of them were the elders of the Revalis Clan and have at least the power of the peak second realm.

Their faces were also cold, confident, and dripping with killing intent.

Rynor smirked.

”Ohh... they sent a whole welcoming party.”

Rynar cracked his knuckles, eyes lighting up.

”Better than I expected.”

More figures appeared, and all of them were marching toward the gym.

Rynor snorted.

”Are they stupid? They should’ve sent more.”

Rynar raised an eyebrow.

”More? Thirty is a lot.”

Rynor shrugged.

”Yeah, but they’re not us.”

Both twins stepped forward, blocking the entrance to the gym.

Rynar exhaled slowly, lifting his hands into a loose combat stance.

”Alright... Revalis traitors.”

Rynor mirrored him perfectly, electricity crackling faintly around his arms.

”Come on,” he said, eyes sharpening. ”Let’s warm up before Master arrives.”

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