[{"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-523":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},1633714,2099,"Chapter 523: From War To Arena Fight","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-523",523,"\u003Cp>Sianor didn’t know how to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood still for a moment, his brow tightening as the silence in the hall stretched. A few leaders shifted in their seats, waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorien stepped forward at last. \"Sovereign Sianor... accept it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor blinked, caught off guard. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed as he turned toward Sorien. \"What do you mean by that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted a hand and pointed sharply at Pelion. \"They’re a demonic faction. They cannot be trusted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorien didn’t step back. He met Sianor’s gaze calmly. \"I know. But this isn’t about trust.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor frowned deeper, clearly irritated. \"Then what is it about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Sorien could answer, Arden stepped forward as well. \"It’s exactly because they can’t be trusted that we should accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor’s gaze shifted to him. \"Explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden gave a small nod. \"If they break their word... then they prove they’re unfit to stand as a Grand Faction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, letting the words settle. A faint murmur rippled through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And once that happens,\" Arden continued, his voice steady, \"we won’t just have a reason to destroy them. We’ll have the right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several leaders straightened at that, their expressions sharpening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden glanced briefly at Pelion before going on. \"And the moment this begins... we’ll also learn something else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor’s eyes flickered. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden’s lips curved slightly. \"That we’re stronger than them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion smiled faintly, as if amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden didn’t stop. \"If they believed they could win easily, they wouldn’t propose a tournament.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Sianor didn’t respond immediately. His fingers tapped once against his armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion spoke again, his tone light. \"What he said is correct.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor’s eyes snapped back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion’s smile widened just a little. \"We won’t take back our words, even if we lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor let out a short, sharp snort. \"You expect us to believe that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion tilted his head slightly. \"Believe it or not... that’s your choice. I’ve already said what I came to say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then added more quietly, \"But with this tournament... there won’t be a massive war. Ordinary people won’t have to die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made several leaders pause. A few exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorien lowered his gaze briefly, thoughtful. Even Arden’s expression shifted, just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor’s hand tightened against the armrest. \"Damn it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word slipped out under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, then lifted his head again, his gaze hardening as it locked onto Pelion. \"You really know how to force a decision.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion simply smiled. \"I’ll take that as a compliment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, silence stretched between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair as if weighing the choice one last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" he said at last, his voice steady. \"We accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorien shifted beside him, arms folding loosely, but he gave a small nod in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor turned back to Pelion. \"When does the tournament begin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion’s smile widened just a fraction. \"That’s up to you. We’re ready at any time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head slightly. \"Come when you’re ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor narrowed his eyes. \"And the place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion let out a soft, knowing chuckle, a smirk forming on his lips. \"You should already know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor and Sorien exchanged a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, almost at the same time, they leaned forward slightly, realization hitting them both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That place...\" Sorien muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor’s jaw tightened. Both of them remember the place, and it was the reason the meeting was started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion watched their reaction with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good,\" he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped back, his cloak shifting with the movement. \"Then I won’t keep you any longer... see you soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, he turned and leapt onto his black flame bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature let out a low, echoing cry as dark fire rippled along its wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a powerful beat, it lifted into the air, carrying Pelion away as the flames trailed behind him, fading into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence he left behind felt heavier than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor paused for a moment, then turned to face the remaining leaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze moved across the room, steady and focused. \"All of you, prepare yourselves. We leave now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall reacted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now?\" one of them asked, brows furrowed. \"That fast?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor gave a small nod. \"Yes. This is a tournament. That means our opponents will already be at the Perfection Realm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several leaders straightened at that, their expressions sharpening as the weight of his words settled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued, his tone calm but firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Most of us here have already reached that level. There’s no need to return or gather our armies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Sianor raised his hand slightly, signaling the end of discussion. \"We strike directly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valtor let out a low chuckle, a grin spreading across his face. \"Now that’s what I like to hear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia leaned back in her seat, a faint smirk finally appearing. \"About time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor’s eyes hardened as he looked at them both, then at the rest of the room. \"Let’s move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one argued this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaders rose, one by one, the tension in the hall shifting into sharp, focused intent as they prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving the order, Sianor stepped down from the stage. He made his way straight toward Rachel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped a few steps away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry about the situation,\" he said, his tone low but sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes shifted briefly to Giselle. \"You can return first. Make sure your child is safe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel raised an eyebrow and let out a small smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She folded her arms, clearly unconcerned. \"Don’t worry about that. She’s not that fragile.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor frowned, his expression tightening. \"This isn’t a simple tournament.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel shook her head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\" she said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her lips curved slightly. \"But she’s Garion’s daughter. That alone already says enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused for a moment, then added, \"And if it’s just mana from the Perfection Realm, don’t worry. I can protect her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sianor studied her face, as if weighing her words. The tension in his shoulders eased a little, though not completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence, he let out a quiet sigh. \"Alright then. Up to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned slightly, then stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. \"Prepare yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel smiled and gave a small nod. \"Always.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, she turned and headed toward her flying ship.\u003C\u002Fp>",1061,"2026-06-06T11:12:30.898Z",1,"novelbin.me","a2f0431a752e7676f7b416d3af0d12cc0942b0608cbbd45d1bc3436d32e3d06c","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-524","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-522",613,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-cover.jpg"]