Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 449: Everyone Volunteered For War Immediately

Valtor was the first to react. He shot his hand straight up in the air. "Me!"

His voice echoed loudly across the field. "I’m going."

He cracked his neck and grinned widely. "I need to test my power."

He looked down at his fists and clenched them. "The pirates we fought before weren’t enough."

He stomped one foot forward, the metal floor ringing under the heavy gravity. "I need real opponents."

Seira raised her hand next.

Her expression remained calm, but her eyes were sharp. "Me too."

She looked briefly at Valtor. "I also want to test my new power."

Then she added in a cold tone. "And I refuse to lose to a brute like him."

Valtor turned his head toward her and laughed loudly. "Hahaha! A brute?"

He pointed at himself proudly. "Of course I’m a brute! That’s why I’m stronger!"

Seira rolled her eyes. Clara raised her hand next, a playful smile on her face. "Well, I’m joining too."

She glanced at Eliza beside her. "The war is going to be really intense, isn’t it?"

Eliza didn’t say anything. She simply nodded once. That was enough of an answer.

The twins then raised their hands together. "Yeah."

One of them grinned. "Time for the Terror Twins to prove ourselves."

The other twin nodded. "We’ve been training for this."

Dahlia stepped forward slightly and raised her hand as well.

Her voice was firm. "I’m going too."

Everyone looked at her.

She crossed her arms. "That clan used to be my family."

Her eyes hardened slightly. "So of course I need to be there."

A few other disciples nearby also raised their hands, clearly excited by the idea of joining the fight.

Garion watched the group and slowly smirked. "Good."

He clapped his hands once. "Since all of you want to join..."

He pointed toward the large building behind them. "Let’s go to the training hall."

Several people immediately groaned.

Dahlia frowned and looked at him. "Master."

She lifted one leg with effort before dropping it again with a heavy clang. "Can’t this wait until tomorrow?"

She pointed at the ground. "We’re already having a hard time moving here."

Valtor nodded while trying to stretch his legs. "Yeah..."

Clara dramatically leaned forward like she might collapse. "I support Dahlia’s suggestion."

Eliza silently nodded again.

Garion looked at all of them. Then he laughed. "Haha. Too bad."

He pointed toward the training hall again. "If you want to go to war... then you better get stronger first."

He started walking toward the building. "Now move."

Behind him, the disciples groaned while forcing their bodies forward under the crushing gravity.

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After Garion left, the plateau slowly became quiet again.

Most of the representatives had already departed to prepare for the coming war.

Sianor stood near the edge of the plateau, looking toward the distant sky where Garion had disappeared earlier.

Sorien stood beside him, calm as always.

Sianor crossed his arms behind his back. "Sorien."

Sorien turned slightly. "Yes, Solar Sovereign?"

Sianor’s eyes remained on the horizon. "What do you think of that man?"

Sorien looked at him. "You mean Garion?"

Sianor nodded once. "Yes."

Sorien thought for a moment before answering. "What exactly do you mean, Solar Sovereign?"

Sianor gave a small smile. "It’s simple."

He looked down at the ground briefly before continuing. "When I look at someone, I can usually understand them."

Sorien listened quietly.

Sianor continued speaking in a calm voice.

"For example... Clark."

He raised one finger slightly. "The moment I saw him, I already understood him."

Sorien nodded. "The Supreme Root Sect leader."

Sianor nodded back. "Yes. That man’s goal is clear. To create the most perfect cultivation path possible."

Sorien agreed. "That is obvious from the way he speaks."

Sianor then raised another finger. "And Floren. That one is even easier. He simply follows his instincts. He wants power, influence..."

Sianor paused slightly. "...and probably a very large harem."

Sorien almost laughed but controlled himself. "That sounds accurate."

Sianor’s smile slowly faded. "But Garion..."

He looked toward the sky again. "That man is different."

Sorien waited.

Sianor spoke again after a short pause. "When I look at him... I cannot see him clearly."

Sorien frowned slightly. "You cannot understand his intentions?"

Sianor shook his head slowly. "It is not that simple."

He thought for a moment. "It feels like... there is something behind him."

Sorien considered that. "But didn’t he say it himself?"

Sianor glanced at him.

Sorien continued. "He wants to build the strongest gym. That was his goal."

Sianor repeated the words quietly. "The strongest gym..."

Then he gave a small, uncertain smile. "Is that really all?"

Sorien did not answer immediately. "At the moment... That is what he said."

Sianor nodded slowly. "I see."

He looked toward the distant horizon once more. "Then let us hope..."

His voice became quieter. "...that his goal truly is as simple as he claims."

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Garion walked across the training field while the disciples were still slowly adjusting to the crushing gravity.

Each step they took was heavy. The metal ground echoed with dull thuds as their feet struggled to lift.

Garion’s eyes moved across the group before stopping on one person. "Valtor."

Valtor turned his head immediately. "Yes, Master?"

He was still forcing his legs to move under the pressure, but his grin was as wide as ever.

Garion walked up to him and stopped a few steps away.

"From Rachel," Garion said calmly, "I already heard that you are a blacksmith.

Valtor blinked once. Then he nodded proudly. "Yeah."

He pounded his chest lightly. "In the Vulkran clan, we make our own weapons."

He raised one fist. "I made my own axe."

Then he frowned slightly. "But why?"

Garion smirked. "Good."

He turned his head and pointed toward a large metal building further inside the base. "The forge."

Valtor followed his gaze.

Garion continued. "War is coming."

He spoke as casually as if he were talking about tomorrow’s training schedule. "So we’re going to need weapons. We’ll start making them today."

Valtor suddenly looked even more excited than before. "YES, MASTER!"

He slammed his fist into his palm. "That sounds awesome!"