Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 525: War of Two Worlds

Sianor frowned, his eyes drifting past Heinkel to the portal behind him.

"I understand what you’re saying... but that thing behind you... what is it, exactly?"

Heinkel followed his gaze and let out a small chuckle. "Oh, that?"

He waved a hand casually. "Don’t worry about it. It’s just a demon gate."

He paused, then added, almost offhand, "And also... it’s not a normal one. I made it myself."

The moment Sianor and the others heard that, they froze in shock.

"You created it? How is that even possible?"

Heinkel just laughed. "Even if I explained it, you wouldn’t understand. Still, I can at least tell you what it does."

He pointed lazily at the portal. "That demon gate is special. Even a demon at the Perfection Realm can pass through it."

He paused again, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Or, as you’d call them... a Demon Lord."

Sianor’s frown deepened as he clenched his fist. "Why would you do something like that?"

His voice rose, anger slipping through.

"Tell me, Heinkel... why did you do that? Why bring demons into this world? Aren’t you a dark hero that’s going to save the world?"

Heinkel laughed again and pointed at himself. "Isn’t it obvious? It’s for me. Did you forget?"

A black aura coiled around his hand. "The Black Chimera cultivation path is built on demonic beasts."

He glanced back at Sianor, his tone almost amused. "So of course we use demonic mana. And where do you think the best place for us to live would be?"

He pointed at the portal again. "The demon world, Sianor. How could you not figure that out?"

Sianor’s gaze snapped to the portal, then back to him. "Then why don’t you just go there and stay? Why do you need to fight us at all?"

Heinkel shrugged. "Because this world is our home too. We’ll simply turn parts of it into demon territory."

He met Sianor’s eyes, his tone calm. "That’s the truth behind the bet you just accepted."

He raised both hands in a loose shrug. "If we win, our territory becomes demonic land. And if you win..."

He pointed back at the portal with his thumb. "We’ll just retreat to the demon world."

Clark frowned, his expression tightening. "So we’ve been played from the start. Whether we win or lose..."

Sianor narrowed his eyes. "There’s no real risk for them."

Heinkel smiled. "Of course."

He tilted his head slightly. "That’s what makes it interesting, doesn’t it?"

Sianor frowned, frustration slipping into his voice. "Damn it... you’re really treating this like a game."

Heinkel’s smile widened. "Of course it is. That’s exactly what makes it fun."

He clapped his hands once, the sound sharp in the air. "Alright... enough talking."

He looked at all of them, eyes gleaming. "Let’s begin."

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Heinkel smiled as he stepped forward. "Before we begin, let me explain the format real fast."

He paused, making sure he had everyone’s attention.

He cleared his throat. "This tournament will be an elimination match, basically..."

He glanced at Sianor’s group. "The winner will face the next member of the opposing team."

A small smirk tugged at his lips. "In short, it’s a last-one-standing match until one side has no one left."

Heinkel gestured lightly toward them. "That’s all for the tournament format."

Sianor crossed his arms, his brow tightening. "Then what about the rules?"

Heinkel shrugged, almost casually. "Those are the only rules. There aren’t any others."

He clenched his fists briefly, as if to emphasize the point. "Even if we die, or you do, it doesn’t matter."

Tilting his head, he added, "Fight however you want, as long as you win."

He stepped back, giving them space. "This is the cleanest way to decide everything."

Then he looked at Sianor again. "Any objections?"

Sianor frowned, then shook his head. "No. Let’s just get this fight started."

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Heinkel stood at the edge of the field, his hands behind his back.

He looked toward the opposing side and smirked. "First match... let’s keep it simple, shall we?"

He turned his head slightly. "Pelion."

Pelion glanced back at Heinkel and smirked. "Yes, Chimera Lord. Who should we send?"

Heinkel smiled. "Send someone at peak Third Realm. This is only the first match."

Pelion chuckled. "Sure thing. Let’s give them a nice warm-up round."

He turned and lifted his hand, waving lazily. "Orel, come out. It’s your turn."

A tall figure stepped forward from the shadows, rolling his shoulders as he walked.

Orel tilted his neck to one side and smirked. "My turn, huh?"

He looked at the opposing side, cracking his knuckles. "Good. It’s been a long time since I had a proper fight."

On the other side, Sianor studied Orel for a moment, then turned to the people behind him.

"Who wants to go first? This time, the enemy is only at peak Third Realm, not Perfection Realm."

No one moved at first, but several eyes sharpened.

Then a person stepped forward, resting a black sword on his shoulder as he walked out.

He looked at Sianor. "Let me go."

He pointed his black sword at Orel and smirked. "He’s only peak Third Realm, so... let me fight him."

Orel just smirked in return.

Jeral turned to Sianor. "My Black Sword Sect doesn’t have a Perfection Realm cultivator, so this time..."

He turned back to Orel. "I’ll take the first round. Consider this my duty in this war."

Sianor looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. You can take the stage."

Jeral nodded once and walked toward the arena, carrying his black sword.

Orel stood in the arena, looking at Jeral with a smirk. "So you’re my opponent for the first round, huh?"

He grinned and rolled his shoulders, loosening his arms as he took a step forward. "Let’s see if you can satisfy me."

Jeral lifted his black sword and pointed it straight at Orel.

His face turned serious, his stance steady. "Of course I am."

He stepped forward, the tip of his sword lowering slightly as he adjusted his grip.

"As the patriarch of the Black Sword Sect, I’ll take the first win."

Orel let out a short laugh, tilting his head as his smirk widened.

"Let’s see if you can do that."