[{"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-537":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},1633728,2099,"Chapter 537: That Looked Too Easy","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-537",537,"\u003Cp>Pelion glanced at Floren, irritation flickering across his face before it twisted into a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Floren, do you know what I like about arenas like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers twitched as he pointed at him. \"It’s because someone like you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He covered his face, laughing. \"Everyone walks in thinking they’re special, unique and talented, but suddenly...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena shuddered violently as his demonic mana erupted outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body began to warp and distort, bones cracking and reshaping as he transformed into something monstrous, a perfect chimera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as the transformation continued, he managed to let out a breathless laugh. \"They realize... they’re just part of my joke.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wings burst from his back in a violent spray, his limbs twisting into talons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head shifted grotesquely, reforming into that of a bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if that weren’t enough, black-violet flames engulfed his entire body, writhing and suffocating the air around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floren blinked once, calmly lifting his fan to cover half his face. \"Oh my...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peeked over the edge of it. \"That’s... incredibly hot. But still...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, snapping the fan shut with a soft click, a faint smile forming on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you think you can burn me with that... you might want to think twice, little bird.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion laughed harder. \"Good. Then I’ll let you see how this really ends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, only his voice lingered, echoing across the arena, until it, too, was drowned out by motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves of black flame surged forward from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Black Flame Rend]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floren’s eyes sharpened. He snapped his fan open and activated his skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Mind Attraction]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the ability took hold... the black flames did not stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tore across his chest in a single, brutal motion, ripping through cloth and flesh alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact drove him backward, his feet grinding against the arena floor before he barely managed to catch himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floren glanced down at the wound, his expression almost curious. \"Ah... stronger and more painful than I expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion frowned at his reaction. \"Damn... what a masochistic bastard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp sweep of his claws, Pelion sent another barrage of black flames crashing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floren responded the same way as before, opening his fan and bracing himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the strike hit harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slammed into his side, knocking the breath from his lungs and hurling him across the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck the ground with a heavy thud, rolled once, and forced himself up onto one knee, coughing blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened around the fan as he lifted his gaze toward Pelion. \"You’re... stronger than I expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion’s expression darkened. \"Damn you. Just die already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Black Flame Descent]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion’s wings folded inward, wrapping around his body like a burning shroud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His talons drew close as his entire form compressed into a single, lethal point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he spun and plummeted from above like a falling star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floren looked up, but Pelion was already upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion’s talon drove straight through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pelion smirked, lifting Floren’s body effortlessly with his clawed foot. \"So this is the strength of a grand faction leader?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a scoff, he flung him aside like discarded trash. \"How weak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, scanning the arena with a cold, expectant gaze. \"Now... who dares to fight me next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinkel’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment Pelion transformed, the fight had been one-sided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black flames had flooded the arena in relentless, suffocating waves, each surge more overwhelming than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as Pelion unleashed the first wave... he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames around him continued to flicker, writhing with residual power, yet Pelion himself did not move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, his body gave out and fell down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body struck the ground with a dull, lifeless thud, his wings crumpling beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence spread across the arena, heavy and absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heinkel frowned, his fingers tightening at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze sharpened, not on Pelion, but on Floren. \"So this is it... the power of illusions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the opposite side, Sianor’s lips curved into a faint, satisfied smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clark’s posture eased, if only slightly, while Floren’s harem exchanged quick, knowing glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of it all, Floren stood exactly where he had been from the very beginning, untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single stain marked his robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled softly, rolling his shoulder as though loosening stiffness rather than recovering from any real damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he began to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, unhurried, he approached Pelion’s fallen form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reached him, he stopped and looked down, a slow grin spreading across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a soft snap, he opened his fan, the motion crisp and deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted it lightly to his chin, tilting his head as his gaze lingered on Pelion. \"Little bird... didn’t I tell you already?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile deepened, though his eyes remained calm, almost gentle. \"That you couldn’t defeat me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan shifted in his hand. From its tip, something slid free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, gleaming blade extended soundlessly, catching the light for a brief moment before settling into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floren crouched, lowering himself closer to Pelion’s level, his voice dropping to a quieter, more intimate tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You really are my type, you know... but you made one mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised the fan slightly, angling the hidden blade downward. \"You thought everything you saw... was real.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, Floren struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade darted toward Pelion’s neck, precise and effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just before it could pierce flesh, Pelion’s fingers twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was barely noticeable. Yet it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floren’s eyes shifted. The strike halted mid-motion, the blade hovering a hair’s breadth from Pelion’s throat. \"...Interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grin returned, slower this time, touched with curiosity. \"To think you could still move your fingers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew the fan back with deliberate ease, the blade retracting slightly as he straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s see, then...\" he murmured, his voice soft and amused. \"If you can wake up from your dream, my dear little bird.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1004,"2026-06-06T11:12:30.898Z",1,"novelbin.me","8a01a7ee2aadd6ab73a56fd91fc4658136aa2370119187d197994bc2420fa4bd","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-538","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-536",613,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-cover.jpg"]