[{"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-276":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},1633189,2099,"Chapter 276: This Was Supposed To Be Easy","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-276",276,"\u003Cp>Raviel walked toward the center of the training hall and stopped in front of a long metal frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s start with something easy,\" he said, rolling his shoulders once. \"Bench press.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan blinked. \"...Bench press?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel paused, then chuckled. \"Ah. Right. I forgot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the metal bar lightly. \"This is an exercise Master Garion introduced. It’s normal if you don’t know it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan crossed his arms and looked the setup over. \"You people really like strange tools.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel smiled. \"Come here. I’ll show you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved quickly, loading thick metal plates onto both sides of the bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weights locked in place with a solid sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s start with two hundred kilograms,\" Raviel said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarona, standing to the side, narrowed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t say anything, but her attention sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel lay down on the bench, feet planted firmly on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrapped his hands around the bar, tested his grip, then lifted it smoothly off the rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bar went down, then back up steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the fifth rep, his breathing was still even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the tenth, he pushed the bar back onto the rack and sat up without strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel looked over at Vargan. \"Easy, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan stared at the bar for a moment, then nodded slowly. \"We do similar training.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer and inspected the equipment. \"But your machine...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the bench with a finger. \"It makes the movement cleaner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We usually lift large stones,\" Vargan continued. \"Crude, but effective.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the bar again. \"Still, is this really two hundred kilograms?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel nodded. \"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan grinned. \"Alright then. Let me try.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay down, the bench creaking slightly under his weight. He adjusted his grip, then paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like this?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel corrected his hand position with a quick gesture. \"Wider. Lock your shoulders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan nodded and lifted the bar off the rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yeah,\" he muttered. \"That’s heavy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on,\" Raviel said. \"Ten reps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan lowered the bar and pushed it back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first rep was fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second was steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the fourth, his breathing grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the seventh, his arms trembled just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarona noticed it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan growled under his breath and pushed through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nine,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tenth rep came slower than Raviel’s. Much slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally racked the bar, Vargan sat up and laughed loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah! Interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel crossed his arms. \"Slower than me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan wiped sweat from his brow. \"Maybe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the bench again, eyes burning with excitement. \"But I like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel’s lips curled into a small smile. \"If you like it, then let’s raise the weight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached for more plates. \"How about four hundred kilograms?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan didn’t hesitate. \"Sure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plates were loaded quickly, the metal clanking loudly as they locked into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel lay down first. He adjusted his grip, lifted the bar cleanly, and began pressing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One. Two. Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were smooth and controlled, his breathing steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the tenth rep, he pushed the bar back onto the rack without strain and sat up as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your turn,\" Raviel said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan lay down, shoulders tightening as he gripped the bar. The moment he lifted it, his eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Heavy,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Focus,\" Raviel said. \"Same form.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan lowered the bar and pushed it back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first few reps were strong but slower than Raviel’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the fifth, his breathing grew rough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the seventh, sweat began to form on his face and drip down his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarona watched closely, expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan gritted his teeth and forced the bar up again. \"Eight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms shook slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nine,\" he growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tenth rep was a struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles tightened hard, veins standing out as he pushed until the bar finally locked into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan dropped his head back and laughed, breath heavy. \"Now that feels right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel nodded. \"You’re strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan sat up slowly, sweat dripping down his face. \"But you’re still ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel tilted his head. \"So?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured toward the bar. \"Do you want to increase it more?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan’s grin returned immediately. \"Do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel nodded. \"Alright then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More plates were added to the bar. The metal rang loudly as the weight settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five hundred kilograms,\" Raviel said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarona’s eyes narrowed slightly. Even she felt the pressure coming off the bar now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel lay down like before, grip steady, feet planted. He lifted the bar without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One rep. Two. Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pace didn’t change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the fifth rep, his breathing was still even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the tenth, he pushed the bar back onto the rack and sat up, rolling his shoulders once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your turn,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan let out a breath and lay down again. His expression was serious now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrapped his hands tightly around the bar and lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms shook immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Heavy,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Focus,\" Raviel said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan lowered the bar and pushed it back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first few reps were slow but controlled. By the sixth, sweat poured down his face. His jaw clenched hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bar moved slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered the bar for the last rep and pushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bar stalled halfway up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan growled and forced more strength out, veins bulging, teeth grinding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bar didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the bar could drop...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aveline stood beside the bench, her arm extended upward, lifting the five-hundred-kilogram bar with one hand and placing it back onto the rack smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan stared at her, eyes wide. Sarona’s breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What?\" Vargan said hoarsely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed himself upright and stared at Aveline. \"How... how is that possible?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rose. \"How can a woman lift that weight so easily?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With one hand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aveline released the bar and looked at him calmly. \"Because I can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She straightened her posture. \"I’m a body cultivator now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan shook his head hard. \"That doesn’t answer anything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the bench. \"I’m the patriarch of the Vulkran Clan. Strength is our pride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled. \"And I couldn’t lift that. But you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vargan was so shocked that he couldn’t finish his words after seeing what Aveline had done.\u003C\u002Fp>",1052,"2026-06-06T11:12:18.543Z",1,"novelbin.me","ec4acf5e9676c0f96b246c6cc25e5271673e09c74541d40aaad722f83e53c403","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-36","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-35",613,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-cover.jpg"]