Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 551: This Got Way Worse

Haron’s body twisted as the absorbed energy surged through him, forcing his form to expand.

But he didn’t grow into a larger humanoid lion demon. Instead, his body warped and stretched into something far more monstrous, a massive demonic lion, towering and primal.

Rachel and the others felt it instantly. His power had increased tremendously, far beyond what it had been before.

Haron threw back his head and roared, the sound shaking the air around them. "I’m going to kill you all..."

Without warning, he lunged. The ground cracked beneath his weight, splintering as he charged forward.

Rachel rushed to meet him head-on. She drove a punch straight into his body, but it barely made an impact.

Instead, it only fueled his rage.

Haron roared again, louder this time, and swung his massive paw at her.

The force behind it sent Rachel skidding back, barely avoiding the full brunt of the blow.

"Tch... so that didn’t work," she muttered under her breath. "And it just made him more agitated."

Still, something was off.

Even without getting close, it was obvious Haron wasn’t thinking clearly anymore.

Above him, Sianor hovered in the air, gaze locked on the rampaging beast.

"Don’t hold back," he called out. "Everyone, give it everything you’ve got."

He raised his hand, light gathering and condensing above his palm.

It pulsed with intensity, growing brighter by the second. "If he’s lost control... then he’s too dangerous to leave alive. We need to end this quickly."

Floren exhaled sharply and snapped his fan open with a crisp flick.

"Yeah," he said, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "Let’s finish this before we’re the ones who die."

Dahlia said nothing. She simply nodded.

In the next moment, the wind surged around her, spiraling upward and lifting the others into the air.

The battlefield trembled under the rising pressure of their combined power.

Sianor struck first.

A blinding beam of light tore down from above, crashing into Haron with devastating force.

Dahlia followed immediately, summoning a raging thunderstorm that roared to life overhead.

Bolts of lightning cascaded down in rapid succession, each strike slamming into Haron’s massive form.

At the same time, Floren closed his eyes, focusing.

His illusion magic slipped past the physical, aiming straight for Haron’s mind, twisting perception, distorting reality, seeking to break what little control remained.

All of their attacks landed.

The explosion that followed shook the entire arena, a deafening roar of light, thunder, and energy colliding at once.

For a brief moment, there was silence.

Then...

A low, rumbling growl cut through the haze.

Haron emerged.

As the dust cleared, his massive form came into view once more... almost completely unharmed.

Only faint marks marred his body, barely noticeable against his dark, demonic hide.

Sianor frowned. "Damn... even my anti-demon technique didn’t do anything."

Dahlia’s expression tightened.

"No... it’s not that it didn’t work. It’s just..." She hesitated, then finished grimly, "He’s become too powerful."

Rachel clenched her fists, eyes fixed on Haron. "Then we keep going. Call the others. Everyone unleashes everything you have."

Sianor gave a sharp nod.

---

Pelion watched the battle unfold, then turned to Heinkel. "Boss... do we need to step in?"

Heinkel didn’t answer immediately.

His gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, observing as Rachel and the others clashed with Haron.

The air trembled with the force of their blows, but Heinkel stood unmoving, as if weighing something far beyond the fight itself.

After a moment, he shook his head. "No."

Pelion blinked. "No?"

Heinkel’s expression didn’t change. "We use the same demonic mana as Haron."

Pelion’s feathers ruffled slightly as he processed that.

"If we interfere," Heinkel continued, "We won’t be fighting him... we’ll be feeding him."

"I see..." Pelion murmured, glancing back at the battlefield. "Then what should we do?"

Heinkel exhaled softly. "Like I said, we observe the situation first."

His eyes narrowed, tracking every movement below. "We’ll move once a clear winner emerges."

---

Haron was still rampaging, crushing everything in his path.

Rachel darted in again, striking with precision, but her attack did nothing. It didn’t even slow him down. If anything, it only agitated him further.

"Damn it..."

Now that he had lost his mind, the pain didn’t make him flinch. It only drove him deeper into frenzy.

Above the battlefield, Sianor hovered in place, gathering light energy.

It swirled around him, condensing into a blazing sphere, like a miniature sun.

Below, Sorian and the other Solmira members raised their hands, channeling their energy upward.

Streams of power surged into the glowing mass, feeding it, intensifying its radiance.

The air trembled.

Sianor’s eyes sharpened. He brought his hands down.

[Solar Finality Descent]

The sun above him flared, then began to fall.

It descended slowly at first, then faster, blazing toward Haron with overwhelming force.

The ground cracked beneath its heat, the air itself screaming as it burned.

The impact swallowed everything in light.

For a moment, there was nothing but searing brilliance, an all-consuming radiance that erased sound, shadow, and form alike.

Then the light began to fade.

At the center of the devastation stood Haron. Smoke curled from his body, but he was still standing.

Sianor frowned, disbelief tightening his expression. "Damn it... just how strong is his body?"

For a brief moment, Haron remained still. Then his breathing steadied, his posture straightening as control returned to him.

The wild frenzy in his eyes dimmed, replaced once more by cold, calculating intelligence.

He let out a low chuckle.

"Is that all?" His voice dripped with disdain. "You call this resistance? You’re nothing but insects trying to bite a king."

Then Haron threw his head back and roared.

[Royal Roar]

The sound exploded outward, far more potent than before.

It crashed over the battlefield like an invisible tidal wave.

Even Rachel and Dahlia, the owner of the God Physique, staggered under its force, their movements faltering for a split second.

But the others... They weren’t so fortunate.

One by one, they were forced to their knees, bodies trembling as the pressure bore down on them.

Some collapsed entirely, unable to even lift their heads.

Haron laughed, his voice echoing with cruel amusement.

"Hahaha... You humans truly are insignificant. There’s nothing you can do."

Then... A voice cut through the tension from above. Mysterious yet unmistakably familiar.

"Do you need any help, guys?"