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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 85: The Final Became a Massacre · Oct 17, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: Dahlia’s Surprising Wish 2026-10-17
52 Chapter 52: Workout in Hell 2026-10-17
53 Chapter 53: Cut the Root Now 2026-10-17
54 Chapter 54: Night at the God Gym 2026-10-17
55 Chapter 55: Garion Gets Serious 2026-10-17
56 Chapter 56: Stone Piledriver 2026-10-17
57 Chapter 57: Bleed and Suffer 2026-10-17
58 Chapter 58: Bria’s Last Mistake 2026-10-17
59 Chapter 59: More Like Second Rate 2026-10-17
60 Chapter 60: Wanted: One Gym Rat Dead 2026-10-17
61 Chapter 61: Welcome to Hell Gym 2026-10-17
62 Chapter 62: Can’t Handle the Spice 2026-10-17
63 Chapter 63: Dahlia Wants Lotion 2026-10-17
64 Chapter 64: Dahlia Accidentally Leaks Lore 2026-10-17
65 Chapter 65: When Rocks Become Real Estate 2026-10-17
66 Chapter 66: Garion the Muscle Chef 2026-10-17
67 Chapter 67: Autopsy of the Second Realm 2026-10-17
68 Chapter 68: One Cell to Rule Them 2026-10-17
69 Chapter 69: Perfection Within a Single Cell 2026-10-17
70 Chapter 70: System Upgrade Smells Like Sweat 2026-10-17
71 Chapter 71: Master Forgot the Recruits Again 2026-10-17
72 Chapter 72: Dahlia’s Worst Ride Ever 2026-10-17
73 Chapter 73: Dahlia’s Brutal Recruitment Begins 2026-10-17
74 Chapter 74: A New Star Joins God Gym 2026-10-17
75 Chapter 75: God Gym Orientation 2026-10-17
76 Chapter 76: Dahlia Becomes the Gym Demon 2026-10-17
77 Chapter 77: Welcome to Leg Hell 2026-10-17
78 Chapter 78: It’s Not Poison… Probably 2026-10-17
79 Chapter 79: Five Sets of Regret 2026-10-17
80 Chapter 80: The Burn Is Real 2026-10-17
81 Chapter 81: From Peaceful Night to Food War 2026-10-17
82 Chapter 82: Pain That Builds Power 2026-10-17
83 Chapter 83: Run or Lose Your Meat 2026-10-17
84 Chapter 84: Dahlia’s Final Step 2026-10-17
85 Chapter 85: The Final Became a Massacre 2026-10-17
86 Chapter 86: The Spark of Evolution 2026-10-17
87 Chapter 87: Cultivation Meets Biology 2026-10-17
88 Chapter 88: Bodybuilding Class Turned Real 2026-10-17
89 Chapter 89: The Foundation of Life 2026-10-17
90 Chapter 90: Study or Die Trying 2026-10-17
91 Chapter 91: The Anatomy Pop Quiz of Doom 2026-10-17
92 Chapter 92: The Great Cultivation Scam 2026-10-17
93 Chapter 93: Cellular Cultivation! 2026-10-17
94 Chapter 94: Passive Cultivation Mode 2026-10-17
95 Chapter 95: Dahlia Came Back and Panicked 2026-10-17
96 Chapter 96: The Mystery of Incomplete Traits 2026-10-17
97 Chapter 97: Vegetables? Over My Dead Body! 2026-10-17
98 Chapter 98: Don’t Die Dumb 2026-10-17
99 Chapter 99: The Sect Everyone Wanted Dead 2026-10-17
100 Chapter 100: Master’s Workouts Hurt Worse! 2026-10-17

All the disciples were confused when Dahlia told them that today was the final.

”Listen up,” Dahlia said.

”Today is the final day I’ll teach you.”

The disciples blinked in surprise.

”Final day?”

”Wait, really?”

”Don’t tell me... no more morning training?”

Some of them looked almost too happy.

Dahlia noticed and smirked.

”Don’t look so relieved. I’m not quitting.”

Their smiles froze.

”I’ll be going into closed-door cultivation starting tomorrow. So today we’re doing something different.”

The disciples straightened up.

”Different?”

Dahlia nodded and rolled her shoulders.

”Yeah. I’ve taught you all how to train your body, but I haven’t seen how you actually fight.”

She cracked her knuckles, and her smirk widened.

”So today, I want you all to show me.”

She raised one hand and waved it.

”Come at me. Use whatever you’ve got. Martial arts, techniques, or weapons.”

The disciples hesitated.

”Wait... all of us? At once?”

Dahlia chuckled.

”Of course. Don’t worry, I won’t even use mana to fight all of you kids.”

The group went silent.

One brave disciple stepped forward.

”Senior Sister, are you serious?”

Dahlia cracked her neck.

”Completely.”

Another frowned.

”If we all attack at one, it might be dangerous.”

Dahlia smirked, rolling her shoulders.

”Dangerous? For who?”

That shut them up.

The disciples exchanged glances, then nodded in unison.

”Alright then. Let’s do this!”

Dahlia spread her stance slightly.

”Good. Let’s see how strong all of you are.”

The disciples surrounded her, forming a wide circle and then...

”GO!”

Five disciples rushed in first.

”Steel Tiger Palm!” shouted one as his hands glowed silver.

”Crimson Gale Kick!” yelled another, spinning through the air like a tornado.

The others followed with glowing fists and flashing technique, each attack loud and exaggerated.

Dahlia didn’t even move at first.

She stood perfectly still, eyes half-closed like a bored teacher watching children swinging sticks.

As the first attack came, she simply shifted her weight to teh side, making the palm attack miss completely.

Dahlia then caught his wrist, twisted, and dropped her shoulder into his chest.

THUD!

He went flying backward.

Before the next could reach her, Dahlia stepped forward and swept her leg low.

The spinning kick hit nothing but air. Its owner crashed face-first into the ground.

”Two down.”

The other three attacked together.

”Thousand Wave Fist!”

”Rising Phoenix Strike!”

”Mountain Crusher Kick!”

Dahlia ducked under the first punch, letting the mana wind blow her hair back.

She stepped in close, jabbed once to the ribs, and the disciple wheezed, falling.

Dahlia also then sidestepped, dodging the phoenix strike, and instantly grabbed the extended arm.

She then used the disciple’s own momentum to flip him onto his back.

The last one swung his leg like an axe, mana bursting from it.

Dahlia caught it mid-air with both hands and shoved upward, throwing him off balance.

And one sharp kick to the side, quickly toppling him over.

The next wave of disciples charged, shouting their techniques like a choir of chaos.

”Flaming Lotus Dance!”

”Moonlight Spear Thrust!”

”Seven Blade Mirage!”

Dahlia sighed.

”Why are your move names longer than your attacks?”

She met the first attacker halfway. The lotus dance turned out to be three kicks in a row.

Dahlia blocked the first with her shin, caught the second, and pushed the third away with a kick to the stomach.

He hit the floor rolling.

Then the spear thrust came from behind, and Dahlia leaned sideways, letting the spear graze past her shoulder.

She snatched the wooden shaft, pulled hard, and the disciple stumbled right into her knee.

The air whooshed from his lungs.

”Next!”

The Seven Blade Mirage user came last, swiping a pair of daggers in fast patterns that left mana trails.

Dahlia didn’t back away. Instead, she stepped in.

One arm deflected, the other hand jabbed under his ribs, forcing the disciple to freeze mid-attack and collapse, groaning.

She exhaled slowly. ”Anyone else?”

The rest of the disciples hesitated, sweat rolling down their faces.

But one finally had enough and shouted.

”Together! All of us!”

Dozens rushed in from all sides.

The floor shook as they unleashed every technique they knew.

But Dahlia didn’t panic. She moved through it calmly, like a predator.

She ducked, rolled, and caught numerous disciples midair and twisted.

Then a knee to the gut, an elbow to the neck, and a throw that sent someone spinning into three others.

THUD! SLAM! CRACK!

In less than one hour, half the hall was filled with groaning disciples.

The last few tried to hold their ground, and one finally shouted.

”Formation: Heavenly Wolf Pattern!”

Four disciples moved in sync, attacking from four angles. Their movements were fast and well-coordinated.

Dahlia smiled.

”Now that’s better.”

The first lunged forward with a palm strike. Dahlia slipped under, kicked the back of his knee, and he dropped.

She grabbed his falling body and threw him into the next attacker.

”Two for one.”

The third tried to kick him from above.

”Sky Talon Drop!”

Dahlia stepped back, grabbed his leg midair, and swung him like a club into the last one.

Both crashed to the ground.

Silence.

Only Dahlia remained standing in the center, surrounded by the defeated disciples.

Her breathing was calm. Not a drop of sweat on her forehead.

The disciples groaned, trying to sit up.

”She’s... a monster...”

”I didn’t even see her move...”

”My move had three words in it and still lost...”

Dahlia cracked her neck and stretched her arms.

”Alright, that’s enough. You’ve all got potential, but too much flair and not enough function.”

She pointed at them with a smirk.

”Tomorrow, when you train, remember it’s not about being pretty. It’s about being effective.”

Garion clapped slowly from the sidelines.

”You sound like me now.”

Dahla turned, smiling faintly.

”Guess your teachings are finally working.”

He nodded approvingly.

”Good job. You didn’t even need mana to fight them all.”

She brushed her hands together.

”Didn’t have to. Their own fancy move did half the work for me.”

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