Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

The elders stepped forward, confronting the twins in front of the gym.

One of them pointed at them.

"Rynar. Rynor. As supporters of Raviel and members of that damned God Gym..."

Another elder slammed his palm onto the ground.

"Today, you and this gym will be erased!"

Rynar and Rynor stared at them for a moment… then burst out laughing.

Rynar stepped to the side and kicked something forward.

A limp body rolled across the ground, and it was Elder Ralom.

His face was swollen, jaw twisted, and eyes rolled back.

Rynor waved casually.

"See this guy? Same rank as you."

Rynar shrugged.

"Yeah. He walked in, talked big…"

Rynor finished, still smiling.

"…and left looking like a sad potato."

The elders' faces twisted with rage.

"ATTACK THEM!"

Rynar's grin sharpened. He clenched his fists.

"Finally."

Rynor rolled his shoulders, hips loose, stance swaying with rhythm.

"Let's dance."

Several elders dashed forward at once.

One ignited his sword with [Flame Slash], the blade bursting into fire.

Two more pulled back their bows, arrows glowing brightly.

"[Flame Arrow]!"

"[Thunder Arrow]!"

Rynar didn't flinch. He burst forward, feet slamming the ground.

A flaming sword cut down toward him, but he twisted his waist, slipping under it.

He then shot his fist up.

BAM!

It sank deep into the elder's stomach, lifting him clean off the ground.

Rynar then shot another punch to his gut with his other hand to throw him back like a rag doll.

Two other elders lunged from the side, trying to catch him off guard, but Rynar already expected them.

He jumped the moment they attacked and then grabbed both of their heads midair.

Then he slammed both of their heads together.

THUD! THUD!

Then arrows flew toward him, but it was still too slow.

Rynar twisted his body and then caught the arrows with his arms before crushing them with a smirk.

On the other side, Rynor danced.

Multiple arrows were sent toward Rynor, but he easily dodged them all with his dance.

He spun on his palm, twisted his hips, and flipped backward and forward like the floor belonged to him.

Seeing how their arrows won't work, they directly went and used their burning swords.

Rynor just smiled as he slid under a sword strike, quickly came up behind an elder, and whipped his heel around.

CRACK!

With a kick, one elder was down.

Another elder tried to stab him with a spear lit with [Thunder Pierce].

Rynnor dodged it by falling backward, but he didn't fall completely.

He placed a single hand on the ground and spun, swinging his leg like a wheel that struck the elder's chin.

WHAM!

The elder got sent backward, crashing into two other elders behind him.

Rynor spun once, landing lightly on the balls of his feet.

He slid back beside Rynar, still grinning ear to ear.

He lifted his hands in his loose capoeira stance.

Rynar cracked his knuckles with a bored sigh.

Rynor tilted his head at the trembling elders.

"Is this really all you elders can do?"

Rynar snorted. "Seriously. This is just embarrassing."

One elder tried to step forward, but his knees shook too hard to move.

Rynor pointed at him.

"Look at that! He's shaking more than Clara when she sees a spider."

Rynar burst out laughing. "Bro, stop! He might cry."

The elders' faces turned red with anger and humiliation.

Rynor ignored them completely, leaning slightly toward Rynar.

"Master's going to be disappointed when he hears this, you know."

Rynar nodded casually.

"Yeah. Later, after we're done beating them, we're going to have to train the real Revalis members even harder."

He raised his fist, eyes sharp.

"Otherwise, how are they supposed to keep up with us?"

Rynor clicked his tongue.

"True. If these guys are the elders… the juniors are doomed."

Another elder shouted, furious. "Stop mocking us!"

Both twins turned to him at the same time.

Rynar grinned.

Rynor rolled his shoulders, stepping forward slowly.

"Then come prove us wrong," they said together.

Not a single elder dared to move.

---

Garion landed in front of the Revalis Clan's main building and could see the damage around it.

At the same time, he could feel a really hot temperature around the building.

Garion clicked his tongue and smirked.

"Someone's been throwing tantrums... but it's perfect. Time to see just how strong you are, Rakir."

Without hesitation, he rushed straight toward the building, ignoring the rubbles.

Even if the rubble were on his path, he would just force himself through them with his body.

Inside, the hall looked even worse. There were burn marks everywhere.

And he could see that on the patriarch's seat sat an old man.

He had the same build as Raviel, except this one had a more arrogant and punchable face.

Garion stopped in hte middle of hte hall, resing his hands on his hip and smirked.

"So... you're Grand Elder Rakir, huh?"

The old man was shocked seeing Garion, who suddenly appeared here.

And even more so when he realized who this person really was.

"You... Garion?! How can you be here? You should have been dead! Both of you and Raviel!"

Garion raised an eyebrow.

"Me? Dead?"

He snorted.

"Are you kidding me? Did you truly believe that Agram and Kalzor would be sufficient to defeat me?"

Rakir's face twitched, not knowing what to say.

Garion just chuckled, seeing his reaction.

"What's with that look? Don't tell me you didn't even think about this possibility? How laughable!"

Rakir stood up from the patriarchal seats and roared in anger.

"You! If Agram failed, then..."

The flames around Rakir's body began to flare violently, spreading scorch marks across the already ruined floor.

Garion stretched his arms overhead, loosening his shoulders, as if preparing for some workout.

"Good. Get angry more. It makes this even more fun for me."

Rakir roared in anger once again.

"GARION! I'LL BE THE ONE WHO KILLS YOU!"

Garion smirked, lifting one hand and curling a finger at him.

"Come on then, old man. Let me see if you can last longer than Kalzor."