[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method":3,"chapter-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-122":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1633250,2099,"Chapter 122: All In One Bracket!","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-122",122,"\u003Cp>The announcer cleared his throat and forced a smile, raising one hand to calm everyone down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, alright! Let’s calm down before someone decides to start Round Two right now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter that followed broke some of the tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer scanned his list again and lifted his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next, Rovric Revalis and Ragric Revalis! Step up and draw your numbers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two men exchanged a glance before walking to the glowing box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rovric carried his sword slung casually across his back. He smirked, reaching to the box, and took one orb out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s see where fate puts me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his orb, and the number shone clear. \"Seventeen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd cheered lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragric followed with a faint grin. \"Then it’s my turn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached in, pulling his orb without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number glowed bright. \"Twenty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps went through the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seventeen and twenty? That’s close!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re in the same bracket!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait... if the match order goes by seeding, that means...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer’s eyes widened as he did the quick math on his board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh... ho! Looks like we have an interesting setup this year!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward the crowd, voice booming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For those who don’t know the bracket system, let me explain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked around with dramatic steps while explaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Number one fights number thirty-two, number two fights number thirty-one, and so on...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, pointing at the huge floating display, showing the brackets and contestants’ names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, if we follow this pattern... it means something very special is about to happen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his finger toward the four standing competitors: Rynar, Rynor, Rovric, and Ragric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Based on their numbers... Rynar is two, Rynor is three, Rovric is seventeen, and Ragric is twenty...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his arm dramatically, shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If all four keep winning, the matchups in the quarterfinals will be...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Rynar. \"Rynar Revalis vs. Rovric Revalis!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then swung his arm toward Rynor. \"And Rynor Revalis vs. Ragric Revalis!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire arena went wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAT?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is insane!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s like two storms colliding!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynor blinked, then grinned wide. \"Quarterfinals, huh? That’s sooner than I expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynar chuckled beside him, cracking his neck. \"Heh. This’ll be interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from them, Rovric rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You two sound confident. Don’t get ahead of yourselves. You might not even make it that far.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragric twirled his spear in one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. You better hope your little tricks work, because you won’t last long once the real fights start.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynor tilted his head, grinning lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sound a little nervous for someone who keeps talking about being strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd let out a collective \"Ooooh,\" enjoying the exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragric’s smile dropped. \"Nervous? Don’t make me laugh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynar folded his arms, his grin widening. \"Then don’t hold back when we meet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynor added, voice low and sharp. \"Yeah. We’d hate for you to have excuses when you lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks popped from Ragric’s spear as he stepped forward slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep talking. Let’s see if your mouths are still working after the first round.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rovric laughed under his breath, his hand tightening. \"This is going to be fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd let out a collective \"Ooooh,\" enjoying the exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragric’s smile dropped. \"Nervous? Don’t make me laugh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynar folded his arms, his grin widening. \"Then don’t hold back when we meet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared again, eating up every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quarterfinals? It’s going to be a Revalis civil war!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m betting on the twins!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bet on Rovric, you fool. He’s clearly better!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up on the Patriarch’s seat, Raviel’s eyes gleamed with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So the bracket has paired them like this... Fate truly has a sense of humor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Rendric nodded beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If they all make it to that round, Patriarch, this will be one of the most exciting competitions in years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel smiled a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Indeed. Let’s see which side of Revalis’s blood burns brighter... Our clan’s flame and thunder, or whatever strange path those two learned under that man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Garion stood on the ship’s edge, watching quietly with the same calm grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia stood beside him, arms crossed, eyes locked on the arena below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like they’ll have their hands full,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion nodded. \"Good. Let them show what the God Gym teaches.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drums in the arena started again, echoing as the announcer raised his arm and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Contestants, prepare yourselves! The duels begin soon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers erupted again, and as the crowd roared, the twins looked at each other, fists bumping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer raised his hand high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, everyone! The moment you’ve been waiting for. Let’s begin the first match.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted into cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Contestants number one and thirty-two. Step into the arena!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures walked out from the opposite gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number one, a tall young man with dark brown hair, carried a long sword strapped across his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number Thirty-Two was shorter, his hair messy, holding twin daggers in both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer pointed to both sides dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Both cultivators are at the stabilization stage! Let’s see who burns brighter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two fighters stood still for a heartbeat, eyes locked. Then, without a signal, they both moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks burst into the air as their blades collided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number One pushed forward, his sword glowing with orange flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung again, wide and heavy, but Number Thirty-Two twisted, dodging by an inch, and countered with a quick slash from both daggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd shouted and gasped with every move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Close one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He almost got hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That sword’s fast!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were strong but cautious, moving in circles, testing each other’s defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down in the stands, Rynor leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that’s the level of the average clan fighter, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynar crossed his arms. \"Yeah. Looks flashy, but they’re slow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the arena, Number Thirty-Two lunged again, daggers crossing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strikes were fast, but Number One blocked both and twisted his sword, locking the blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two struggled for a moment before Number One’s foot shot forward, slamming into his opponent’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smaller man stumbled back, coughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number One didn’t wait. His sword flared with flame as he swung downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact hit the ground, and then the flames burst upward, forcing the other fighter to roll away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat wave swept across the arena floor, drawing cheers and shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at that fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s a real Revalis flame strike!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number Thirty-Two tried to rise, but his knees buckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daggers fell to the ground with a clatter. The referee stepped forward, raising his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The fight is over!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd held its breath for a moment, then erupted again as the announcer shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Winner! Contestant Number One!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Applause and cheers filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Number One lowered his sword and gave a respectful bow before turning to leave the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His calm composure made the audience cheer even louder.\u003C\u002Fp>",1148,"2026-06-06T11:12:18.542Z",1,"novelbin.me","a7250ba1ac610678139606da17888976ce39fb0988c7d2a61f0dcc283d6c17ea","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-123","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-121",613,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-cover.jpg"]