Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 527: Pretty Girl, Big Danger

The massive black sword came crashing down from the air, aimed straight at Orel.

Orel roared like a beast and charged forward, leaping toward the descending blade.

He raised his arms and caught it, but the weapon was heavier than he had expected.

Jeral frowned at the sight, then relaxed for a brief moment. "You want to block it? Then go ahead! Try blocking this one!"

He clenched his fist, pouring more energy into the massive sword, forcing it down harder.

Thanks to the added power, Orel couldn’t hold the sword back anymore. The blade drove him straight into the ground.

A heavy shockwave rippled across the field, and for a moment, no one moved.

Then, as the dust slowly settled, Orel lay in the center of a crater.

He wasn’t dead, but he had passed out, his body riddled with serious injuries.

Jeral stood still, his chest rising slightly as he looked at him. "Damn... what a strong body."

Across the field, Pelion straightened, clapping slowly with a grin on his face. "Haha... nice, nice."

He stepped forward slightly, raising his voice. "Congratulations, dear Grand Factions."

His eyes swept across them, as playful as ever. "You’ve won the first round."

Some of the Grand Faction members exhaled quietly. A few relaxed their shoulders as the tension eased.

Pelion tilted his head, then looked directly at Jeral. "So... do you want to continue?"

Before Jeral could answer, Sianor stepped forward. "No!"

Jeral turned his head to look at him.

Sianor met his gaze. "You’ve done your part. Just leave the rest to us."

Jeral held his gaze for a moment, then sighed. "...Alright."

He turned away from the field, walking back without another word.

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Pelion looked down at Orel and smiled. "You really went all out, huh?"

He turned back and waved a hand. "Hey, someone, drag him back."

A few Chimera soldiers rushed forward without hesitation. They slid down into the crater, lifted Orel, and carried him away.

Pelion then turned to Heinkel, still smiling. "So... who’s next? Who should we send out?"

Heinkel smirked. "They’ve seen the power of our Third Realm chimera. No need to drag this out."

He glanced at Pelion. "Send in a Perfection Realm chimera, in other words, a perfect chimera."

Pelion chuckled. "Finally."

He stretched his arms a little, rolling his shoulders. "Heh... now we’re talking."

He turned around, scanning the group before settling on one. "Camille. It’s time."

A woman leaning against a stone pillar smiled as her name was called.

She pushed herself off slowly, straightening up as she met Pelion’s gaze. "So it’s my turn, huh..."

Her eyes shifted past him, landing on the Grand Faction side. "I was getting bored for just watching the fight."

Pelion watched her and smirked. "Don’t enjoy the fight too much. There are still more waiting to fight."

Camille only smiled as she walked past him. "We’ll see."

She stepped into the center of the arena, stopping where Orel had fallen moments ago.

Then she turned toward the Grand Faction side. "Let’s see if any of you Grand Faction leaders can excite me."

Floren slowly closed his fan, tilting his head as his eyes scanned Camille from head to toe.

Then he waved a hand dismissively. "A girl, huh... I’ll pass. I don’t really like to fight a beautiful girl."

Clark adjusted his sleeves and stepped forward. "Then it’s my turn to..."

Suddenly, a voice cut in. "No need."

Dahlia walked forward as she rolled her shoulders, locking her eyes on Camille.

"I’ll go. She’s a woman, and I’m a woman, so it’s quite perfect for me."

But before anyone could say anything, Rachel frowned. "Dahlia... wait."

Dahlia didn’t stop, though she slowed just enough to listen.

Rachel sighed and continued, "She’s a Perfection Realm chimera, and you’re not."

Dahlia let out a small breath through her nose. "I know."

She glanced back over her shoulder, grinning faintly. "But I’ve fought one before."

Rachel’s expression didn’t soften. "Darius doesn’t count. He was just a new one, and he even let his guard down."

That made Dahlia pause.

Sianor stepped in as well, not wanting Dahlia to go out.

"She’s right, Dahlia. This is a real Perfection Realm chimera, not someone you can trick."

Dahlia clicked her tongue, clearly annoyed, but didn’t argue back immediately.

But suddenly, a soft chuckle came from behind. "Well... that’s no fun."

Mersha stepped out from the back, hands clasped behind her, smiling as if she had been waiting for this moment.

She walked up beside Dahlia and tilted her head. "Big sister, you can go."

Dahlia glanced at her, confused.

Mersha pulled out a small bottle filled with black liquid from her spatial ring and held it up. "Just drink this."

Dahlia stared at it, her face immediately twisting. "No, I’ll pass."

Mersha blinked, then tilted her head again. "But if you drink it, you can fight."

Dahlia still didn’t dare take it.

Rachel studied the elixir for a moment, then turned to Dahlia. "If you drink it... you can go."

Dahlia’s eyes widened slightly. "You’re serious?"

Rachel gave a small nod.

Dahlia looked back at the bottle.

Then at Camille, who was still standing in the arena, waiting. "Tch."

She reached out and snatched the bottle from Mersha’s hand, surprising her.

But Mersha wasn’t upset. In fact, she looked pleased.

Dahlia popped it open without hesitation and took a big gulp. The moment she swallowed, she froze.

Her body stiffened, and she immediately clamped both hands over her mouth.

She hadn’t thought that this elixir could taste worse than the regular one. She almost vomited on the spot if not for her hands.

Tilting her head back, she forced herself to swallow the rest of the liquid.

Even after it was down, the urge to vomit lingered, her eyes watering.

She turned to Mersha, glaring. "How do you make something this bad?! Why give it to me right before a fight?"

Mersha clasped her hands together, smiling brightly. "Of course it tastes bad. The worse it is, the better the effect."

Dahlia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still grimacing. "Damn you... what does it even do?"

Mersha simply waved a hand. "You’ll see."

She gave Dahlia a small push forward. "Go. Don’t waste it."

Dahlia took a deep breath, straightened up, and slowly walked toward the arena.