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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 523: From War To Arena Fight · Oct 17, 2026

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501 Chapter 501: This Reward Makes No Sense 2026-10-17
502 Chapter 502: System Gives Worst Mission Ever 2026-10-17
503 Chapter 503: Mersha The True Villain 2026-10-17
504 Chapter 504: Stronger… But At What Cost 2026-10-17
505 Chapter 505: Pregnant Already?! Impossible 2026-10-17
506 Chapter 506: Pregnancy Speedrun Activated 2026-10-17
507 Chapter 507: She’s Pregnant… Wait What 2026-10-17
508 Chapter 508: He Tried… She Ended It 2026-10-17
509 Chapter 509: Baby Growing Too Fast 2026-10-17
510 Chapter 510: Baby Coming Too Fast 2026-10-17
511 Chapter 511: Delivery Or Magic Trick 2026-10-17
512 Chapter 512: Fatherhood Into Brain Damage 2026-10-17
513 Chapter 513: Power Comes With Stupid Ideas 2026-10-17
514 Chapter 514: Deep Sea Gym Session 2026-10-17
515 Chapter 515: Stronger After Having A Baby 2026-10-17
516 Chapter 516: War Meeting Without The Boss 2026-10-17
517 Chapter 517: Strongest Baby Introduction 2026-10-17
518 Chapter 518: Everyone Shocked Twice 2026-10-17
519 Chapter 519: Authority Check Real Quick 2026-10-17
520 Chapter 520: She Flipped The Whole Argument 2026-10-17
521 Chapter 521: They Started Plotting Immediately 2026-10-17
522 Chapter 522: Cowards Became Traitors 2026-10-17
523 Chapter 523: From War To Arena Fight 2026-10-17
524 Chapter 524: This Place Feels Like Hell 2026-10-17
525 Chapter 525: War of Two Worlds 2026-10-17
526 Chapter 526: He Tanked Everything, Smiling 2026-10-17
527 Chapter 527: Pretty Girl, Big Danger 2026-10-17
528 Chapter 528: Dragon Armor Activated 2026-10-17
529 Chapter 529: He Found His Dream Builder 2026-10-17
530 Chapter 530: Azure Dragon? Try Again 2026-10-17
531 Chapter 531: Get Out Of My Body 2026-10-17
532 Chapter 532: Congrats… I Think? 2026-10-17
533 Chapter 533: How Many Broke Through?! 2026-10-17
534 Chapter 534: Become The Disaster 2026-10-17
535 Chapter 535: God Physique Unlocked 2026-10-17
536 Chapter 536: Main Character Energy Stolen 2026-10-17
537 Chapter 537: That Looked Too Easy 2026-10-17
538 Chapter 538: He Chose Death On Purpose 2026-10-17
539 Chapter 539: Leader Finally Took It Seriously 2026-10-17
540 Chapter 540: The Perfect Hybrid Appears 2026-10-17
541 Chapter 541: Pride? Never Heard Of It 2026-10-17
542 Chapter 542: Human Build Wasn’t Enough 2026-10-17
543 Chapter 543: Love Beats Everything Apparently 2026-10-17
544 Chapter 544: Love Doesn’t Hit As Hard Now 2026-10-17
545 Chapter 545: Second God Physique Appears 2026-10-17
546 Chapter 546: Perfect Chimera Got Folded 2026-10-17
547 Chapter 547: Pain Multiplier Activated 2026-10-17
548 Chapter 548: Rules? What Rules? 2026-10-17
549 Chapter 549: Authority Rejected Instantly 2026-10-17
550 Chapter 550: This Backfired Hard 2026-10-17

Sianor didn’t know how to answer.

He stood still for a moment, his brow tightening as the silence in the hall stretched. A few leaders shifted in their seats, waiting.

Sorien stepped forward at last. ”Sovereign Sianor... accept it.”

Sianor blinked, caught off guard. ”What?”

His eyes narrowed as he turned toward Sorien. ”What do you mean by that?”

He lifted a hand and pointed sharply at Pelion. ”They’re a demonic faction. They cannot be trusted.”

Sorien didn’t step back. He met Sianor’s gaze calmly. ”I know. But this isn’t about trust.”

Sianor frowned deeper, clearly irritated. ”Then what is it about?”

Before Sorien could answer, Arden stepped forward as well. ”It’s exactly because they can’t be trusted that we should accept.”

Sianor’s gaze shifted to him. ”Explain.”

Arden gave a small nod. ”If they break their word... then they prove they’re unfit to stand as a Grand Faction.”

He paused, letting the words settle. A faint murmur rippled through the hall.

”And once that happens,” Arden continued, his voice steady, ”we won’t just have a reason to destroy them. We’ll have the right.”

Several leaders straightened at that, their expressions sharpening.

Arden glanced briefly at Pelion before going on. ”And the moment this begins... we’ll also learn something else.”

Sianor’s eyes flickered. ”What?”

Arden’s lips curved slightly. ”That we’re stronger than them.”

Pelion smiled faintly, as if amused.

Arden didn’t stop. ”If they believed they could win easily, they wouldn’t propose a tournament.”

This time, Sianor didn’t respond immediately. His fingers tapped once against his armrest.

Pelion spoke again, his tone light. ”What he said is correct.”

Sianor’s eyes snapped back to him.

Pelion’s smile widened just a little. ”We won’t take back our words, even if we lose.”

Sianor let out a short, sharp snort. ”You expect us to believe that?”

Pelion tilted his head slightly. ”Believe it or not... that’s your choice. I’ve already said what I came to say.”

He paused, then added more quietly, ”But with this tournament... there won’t be a massive war. Ordinary people won’t have to die.”

That made several leaders pause. A few exchanged glances.

Sorien lowered his gaze briefly, thoughtful. Even Arden’s expression shifted, just slightly.

Sianor’s hand tightened against the armrest. ”Damn it...”

The word slipped out under his breath.

He exhaled slowly, then lifted his head again, his gaze hardening as it locked onto Pelion. ”You really know how to force a decision.”

Pelion simply smiled. ”I’ll take that as a compliment.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Sianor let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair as if weighing the choice one last time.

”Alright,” he said at last, his voice steady. ”We accept.”

Sorien shifted beside him, arms folding loosely, but he gave a small nod in agreement.

Sianor turned back to Pelion. ”When does the tournament begin?”

Pelion’s smile widened just a fraction. ”That’s up to you. We’re ready at any time.”

He tilted his head slightly. ”Come when you’re ready.”

Sianor narrowed his eyes. ”And the place?”

Pelion let out a soft, knowing chuckle, a smirk forming on his lips. ”You should already know.”

Sianor and Sorien exchanged a glance.

Then, almost at the same time, they leaned forward slightly, realization hitting them both.

”That place...” Sorien muttered under his breath.

Sianor’s jaw tightened. Both of them remember the place, and it was the reason the meeting was started.

Pelion watched their reaction with satisfaction.

”Good,” he said softly.

He stepped back, his cloak shifting with the movement. ”Then I won’t keep you any longer... see you soon.”

Without another word, he turned and leapt onto his black flame bird.

The creature let out a low, echoing cry as dark fire rippled along its wings.

With a powerful beat, it lifted into the air, carrying Pelion away as the flames trailed behind him, fading into the distance.

The silence he left behind felt heavier than before.

---

Sianor paused for a moment, then turned to face the remaining leaders.

His gaze moved across the room, steady and focused. ”All of you, prepare yourselves. We leave now.”

The hall reacted instantly.

”Now?” one of them asked, brows furrowed. ”That fast?”

Sianor gave a small nod. ”Yes. This is a tournament. That means our opponents will already be at the Perfection Realm.”

Several leaders straightened at that, their expressions sharpening as the weight of his words settled in.

He continued, his tone calm but firm.

”Most of us here have already reached that level. There’s no need to return or gather our armies.”

A brief silence followed.

Then Sianor raised his hand slightly, signaling the end of discussion. ”We strike directly.”

Valtor let out a low chuckle, a grin spreading across his face. ”Now that’s what I like to hear.”

Dahlia leaned back in her seat, a faint smirk finally appearing. ”About time.”

Sianor’s eyes hardened as he looked at them both, then at the rest of the room. ”Let’s move.”

No one argued this time.

The leaders rose, one by one, the tension in the hall shifting into sharp, focused intent as they prepared to leave.

---

After giving the order, Sianor stepped down from the stage. He made his way straight toward Rachel.

He stopped a few steps away.

”Sorry about the situation,” he said, his tone low but sincere.

His eyes shifted briefly to Giselle. ”You can return first. Make sure your child is safe.”

Rachel raised an eyebrow and let out a small smirk.

She folded her arms, clearly unconcerned. ”Don’t worry about that. She’s not that fragile.”

Sianor frowned, his expression tightening. ”This isn’t a simple tournament.”

Rachel shook her head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

”I know,” she said calmly.

Then her lips curved slightly. ”But she’s Garion’s daughter. That alone already says enough.”

She paused for a moment, then added, ”And if it’s just mana from the Perfection Realm, don’t worry. I can protect her.”

Sianor studied her face, as if weighing her words. The tension in his shoulders eased a little, though not completely.

After a brief silence, he let out a quiet sigh. ”Alright then. Up to you.”

He turned slightly, then stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. ”Prepare yourself.”

Rachel smiled and gave a small nod. ”Always.”

Without another word, she turned and headed toward her flying ship.

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