Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 455: He Hit The Wrong Scholar

Fenric let out a loud laugh. "Haha! You’re confident, huh?"

He lowered his body slightly, claws flexing as the scales on his arms tightened. "Then let’s see if you can take this."

Without waiting any longer, he pushed off the ground.

BOOM!

The ground cracked under his feet as he rushed forward.

In an instant, he was already in front of Arden.

Several people watching widened their eyes. "So quick..."

Fenric swung his claw straight toward Arden.

A sharp tearing sound cut through the air.

Arden didn’t panic. He raised his arm just in time...

CLANG!

The claw hit his forearm. The impact echoed slightly.

Arden’s feet slid back a short distance, leaving marks on the ground.

Fenric grinned. "Not bad!"

Before Arden could fully stabilize himself, Fenric stepped in again.

He grabbed Arden’s arm tightly. "Got you."

With a sharp twist of his body, Fenric lifted him and threw him across the ground.

BOOM!

Arden’s body hit the ground and slid several meters.

Some of the surrounding warriors nodded. "Already over?"

Valtor frowned slightly from the side. "...That guy hits hard."

Rynor crossed his arms. "Yeah, but..."

Rynar smirked. "...he grabbed the wrong person."

Back on the field, Fenric cracked his neck once. "That’s it?"

He walked forward slowly. "I expected more from your confidence."

Arden’s figure became visible again. He was lying on his back.

Then suddenly he sat back up and brushed the dust off his sleeve like nothing happened. "I see..."

Fenric stopped walking. "...You’re still fine?"

Arden stood up slowly. "I just wanted to confirm something."

Fenric frowned. "Confirm what?"

Arden adjusted his posture slightly. "That your strength is real."

He looked at Fenric again. "And not just for show."

A few people around them blinked.

Fenric’s expression hardened. "...You’re talking too much."

He stepped forward again. "Let’s see how long you can stay calm."

Arden raised his hand slightly, ready this time. "Alright... Now it’s my turn."

BOOM!

The ground cracked as Arden suddenly rushed forward.

Fenric’s eyes widened. "...Fast."

Arden closed the distance in an instant.

Before Fenric could fully react...

THUD

Arden’s fist drove straight into his stomach.

Fenric’s body jerked slightly. "...What!"

His breath hitched. His eyes widened in shock. "How can..."

He looked down at Arden. "My body... I’m in dragon state..."

The impact didn’t feel like a normal punch.

It was like the force ignored the outer defense and struck inside.

Arden didn’t stop. He stepped in closer.

Fenric instinctively tried to swing his claw down...

But Arden moved first.

He lowered his body quickly and slipped under Fenric’s arm.

In one smooth motion, Arden’s head went between Fenric’s legs. "What are you..."

Before Fenric could finish...

Arden grabbed both of his legs. Then he stood up. "Up."

Fenric’s massive body lifted off the ground.

Several people watching froze.

Arden didn’t hesitate. He twisted his body and slammed Fenric straight down.

BOOM!

The ground shattered on impact.

The shockwave pushed air across the plateau.

Several nearby warriors took a step back. "...That was heavy."

Valtor’s eyes lit up. "Haha! That’s more like it!"

Rynor grinned. "Told you."

Rynar crossed his arms. "He picked the wrong opponent."

Back at the center, Fenric lay in the crater for a brief moment.

Then... He coughed. "...Ugh!"

He pushed himself up slightly, clearly shaken.

His scales were still intact. But his expression had changed.

Arden stepped back calmly.

Fenric slowly stood up again, his breathing heavier now.

He stared at Arden. "...You..."

He rolled his neck once, then clenched his fists tightly. "...congratulations."

A slow grin spread across his face. "You’ve made me mad."

The air around him grew heavier. "Now... I’ll show you my strength."

His claws began to glow faintly. Energy gathered around them, sharp and dense.

"[Rending Dragon Claw]."

Several people around the battlefield stiffened. "That’s his main attack! Now it’s serious."

Fenric kicked off the ground.

BOOM!

He rushed forward again, faster than before, claws cutting through the air with a sharp sound.

Arden watched him calmly.

Then he let out a small sigh. "Still the same style, huh?"

He raised his hand slightly. "Alright. Let’s finish this."

Fenric was already close. Then suddenly... He stopped. His body jerked slightly. "...What?"

His claw froze mid-swing. "...Why can’t I move?"

His eyes widened. He looked down.

Thick green vines had wrapped tightly around both of his legs, locking him in place.

They had grown out of the ground without anyone noticing. "What the..."

He tried to pull his leg, but he couldn’t break it. Even when he used all his force...

Only the ground beneath him split slightly from the force, but the vines didn’t break.

He tried to move his upper body.

But the moment he moved, more vines crawled upward, tightening around his legs like chains.

Arden stood a few steps away. His expression didn’t change.

He just looked at Fenric and let vines wrap around his hands and forearms, layering over each other until they formed a massive fist around his arm.

The ground beneath him cracked slightly as the weight increased.

Fenric raised his head and glared at Arden. "You think this can stop me?!"

He roared and tried to force his body forward, but it was useless.

Arden looked at him calmly. "Struggling won’t help."

Fenric’s eyes burned with anger. "Shut up!"

He forced his arm to move again, trying to swing his glowing claw. But it was too slow now.

Arden raised his vine-covered fist. "Okay."

He looked straight at Fenric. "Goodbye."

He stepped in.

BOOM!

The massive vine fist drove straight into Fenric’s chest.

A deep shockwave exploded outward.

The ground shattered again.

The vines snapped from the impact as Fenric’s body was blasted backward, crashing across the plateau.

CRASH

He rolled several times before finally stopping.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Arden stood where he was, lowering his arm. The vines slowly faded away from his hand.

He adjusted his sleeve again like nothing happened. "...Done."

No one spoke for a moment.

Sorien exhaled slowly. "...I told you."

Sianor’s eyes stayed on Arden. "...Interesting."