Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 540: The Perfect Hybrid Appears

The arena had barely settled, the air still carrying the faint trace of nothingness left behind by Pelion’s end.

Sianor stood at the center, turning his gaze toward Heinkel.

Heinkel met his eyes without hesitation, his expression unchanged.

Sianor tilted his head slightly, studying him. "You don’t look upset."

Heinkel’s gaze flicked once toward the spot where Pelion had fallen, then returned to Sianor.

He shook his head. "No. He lost, so he already expected that kind of outcome."

His expression darkened. "But... he was my subordinate. I’ll make sure to avenge him."

A faint smile curved Sianor’s lips. "Good."

He stepped forward, golden light beginning to gather around him, faint at first but steadily intensifying.

"Then come here," he said. "It’s time to finish this once and for all."

Heinkel stepped forward in response. The moment he did, the light around the arena bent subtly, as if reacting to his presence.

It wrapped around him like a second skin, shifting between shadow and radiance in a way that defied logic.

Sianor noticed and smirked. "Interesting... to think you’re bold enough to step in, even after seeing Pelion die to a power that is the bane of your kind."

Heinkel’s smirk didn’t fade. "Indeed. But I’m not Pelion."

His voice sharpened slightly. "I’m the leader of the Black Chimera."

Sianor’s expression remained steady. "Fair."

Heinkel rolled his shoulders once, loosening the tension in his frame. "Let’s see, then... whether it’s you or me who falls now."

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Sianor moved first. He raised his hand and then brought it down.

[Solar Anchor Descent]

The same invisible force that had crushed Pelion fell once more. But this time, unlike Pelion, Heinkel didn’t drop.

Sianor’s eyes narrowed. Was my attack not strong enough?

Heinkel exhaled lightly, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off a weight that should have been overwhelming.

The strange, dark aura surrounding him shifted, absorbing the golden light pressing down upon him.

"Is that it?" he asked.

Sianor didn’t answer.

He surged forward instead, closing the distance in an instant.

His hand rose again, the radiance sharpening before it came crashing down.

[Sunbreak Judgment]

A concentrated burst of solar force struck Heinkel squared in the chest.

Heinkel slid back half a step. His clothes were slightly burned— but that was all.

The golden light dispersed... as if it had collided with something that simply refused to break.

Sianor stopped.

For the first time, a frown crept across his face. "How can this be?"

Heinkel glanced down at his chest, brushing lightly over the faint scorch mark.

The black-light aura pulsed once, smoothing the damage away almost instantly. "So this is the power meant to kill demons, huh?"

He looked back up, unimpressed. "Pretty weak."

This time, he moved.

He lifted his hand, and a staggered surge of energy gathered around him.

It twisted unnaturally, folding in on itself, compressing into a dense, shimmering point that felt wrong to look at as if space itself resisted its existence.

[Voidflare Dragon Pulse]

Heinkel thrust his hand forward.

The space between them warped and blurred, flooding with distorted light as the attack surged ahead.

Sianor reacted instantly. His hand snapped up, golden radiance forming a barrier in front of him.

The moment the Voidflare struck, the barrier trembled.

Sianor’s eyes widened. The force behind it was far greater than he had anticipated.

"Just how can this be...?" he muttered, straining against the pressure. "You should have been weakened!"

The attack drove him back anyway.

His feet scraped harshly against the ground as he was forced several steps in retreat, the golden barrier flickering under the strain.

Then, at last, the energy dispersed.

Silence followed.

Heinkel smirked.

"Let me make something clear," he said, his voice calm but edged with quiet confidence. "Your sun-based attacks won’t work on me."

Sianor frowned, disbelief etched across his face. "How can that be? You’re a chimera."

Heinkel’s smirk deepened.

"Yeah," he said. "But not just any chimera."

The dark aura around him began to shift again, thickening, evolving.

"Then let me show you..." he added, his voice dropping slightly, "...what my chimera form really is."

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Heinkel’s aura began to shift, splitting into two distinct currents, black and white, that flowed over his body.

Then his form began to change.

Unlike the violent, unstable transformations of others, his evolution was precise and controlled, almost deliberate.

His body grew, muscles tightening as scales emerged across his skin, each one a seamless blend of black and white.

Behind him, a pair of wings unfurled. One was cloaked in darkness, the other radiant in white.

Claws followed, sharp, alternating in black and white, and a tail extended from his back, completing the transformation.

Even the light in the arena reacted strangely, flickering as if it couldn’t decide what Heinkel truly was.

Sianor’s eyes sharpened as he sensed something unsettling. "You... no wonder my attack didn’t affect you."

Heinkel flexed his fingers, watching the black-and-white energy flow between them as if it had always belonged there.

Sianor frowned, realization dawning. "To think you possess both demonic and holy elements..."

His gaze lifted, locking onto Heinkel’s. "No wonder my demon-specific suppression skills don’t work on you."

Heinkel’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. "Exactly."

He stepped forward, tilting his head slightly. "What was it you said earlier? About us being simple?"

A faint pulse of black-and-white energy rippled outward. "That doesn’t apply to me."

He stopped just a few steps away, close enough that their opposing forces pressed directly against each other.

Heinkel raised his hand slightly, his voice calm but edged with challenge.

"So... what do you want to do now? Are you going to give up... or?"

Sianor stared at him, then slowly raised both hands. "I give up."

The words landed flat, almost weightless. Heinkel blinked.

Then his brows shot up, the fragile balance in his aura flickering for the first time. "The hell?"

He took a step forward, eyes narrowing as if searching for some hidden trick beneath Sianor’s calm.

"You think you can just back down like that? Aren’t you the leader of the Grand Factions?"

Sianor didn’t answer right away. His hands remained raised, his expression steady, almost indifferent.

Heinkel scoffed, spreading his arms in disbelief.

"This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. This is the part where you push through, isn’t it? Where you prove something."