Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 458: Something Is Very Wrong With Them

Valtor charged straight into the front line. "Haha! Move!"

He swung his arm like a hammer.

Boom.

One of the giant lizards was knocked sideways, crashing into two others.

Its rider flew off and rolled across the ground.

But before Valtor could follow up... another one rushed in from the side.

The man’s eyes were bloodshot. His face twisted in a strange grin. "Kill!"

He swung his blade wildly. Valtor blocked it with his forearm.

Clang.

"...You’re not right in the head."

He pushed the man back with a shove. Around him, more guards charged in.

All of them looked the same. Unstable.

Their movements were aggressive but rough. Like they didn’t care about defense.

Rachel moved through the battlefield calmly.

She raised her hand. A soft light spread from her palm. A wounded disciple behind her suddenly straightened. "...I’m okay?"

Rachel nodded. "Focus."

Then she turned and sent a precise strike forward.

One guard was knocked back instantly. Nearby, Dahlia stepped forward and swung her blade.

A lizard’s leg was cut, forcing it to collapse.

She didn’t stop. "Too reckless..."

She stepped in and struck the rider down.

Clara jumped from one spot to another, laughing. "Hehe! They’re not even thinking!"

One guard rushed toward her.

She disappeared. Then reappeared behind him. "Too slow."

Bang.

He dropped.

Eliza moved quietly in the shadows of the fight.

One moment, a guard was charging... He collapsed without knowing what hit him.

At the center, the twins stood back-to-back.

Rynor blocked an incoming attack and pushed it away. "...They’re getting worse."

Rynar nodded. "Yeah."

They moved at the same time.

Rynor dashed forward, lightning bursting under his feet.

Boom.

He slammed into one guard and sent him flying.

Rynar followed right after, flames bursting from his arm.

BAM.

Another enemy dropped.

They switched positions instantly.

Another wave of enemies came... and was crushed just as quickly.

Meanwhile, at another dragon den...

The battle was already in full chaos.

Drakenfel warriors rushed forward, their weapons glowing with special energy.

One of them slammed his blade down.

"Anti-Dragon Break!"

The attack struck a massive lizard.

BOOM!

The impact exploded, but when it cleared, the creature was still standing.

The Drakenfel warrior froze. "...What?"

Another warrior beside him frowned deeply. "That should have worked."

He raised his hand and activated another technique.

"Dragon Suppression Field!"

A sharp pulse of energy shot forward. A wave spread across the battlefield.

Several beasts staggered for a moment... but in the next moment they recovered almost instantly.

"...Why isn’t it working?"

"This is anti-dragon magic."

"It should suppress them."

Across from them, one of the guards slowly stood up from the smoke.

He wiped blood from his mouth and then smirked. "Haha..."

The Drakenfel warriors tensed.

The guard took a step forward. "Drakenfel..."

His voice was low, almost mocking. "Do you really think... we are still the same as before?"

More guards stepped forward beside him. "We are not merely dragons anymore."

The man spread his arms slightly. "We are demonic dragon cultivators."

Another guard laughed loudly. "How can your measly anti-dragon skills affect us?"

The Drakenfel warriors frowned.

One of them cursed under his breath. "...Damn it."

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. "How can this be? That technique has never failed before..."

A younger warrior looked shaken. "...Then what are we even fighting?"

Across from them, the guards only smiled wider. "Now attack them! Kill the Drakenfel!"

They rushed forward again, their beasts roaring along with them.

The ground trembled under the charge.

For a brief moment, the Drakenfel line hesitated.

Then... a sharp voice cut through the tension. "Hold your ground!"

One of the Drakenfel captains stepped forward.

His expression was firm. "Even if they changed their path

He raised his weapon. "...they still carry dragon traits."

Another warrior nodded quickly. "Yeah! It should still affect them a little!"

A third shouted, "Don’t overthink it! Just fight!"

The hesitation broke.

The Drakenfel warriors roared and rushed forward. "Kill them! Push back!"

The two sides collided again.

Boom.

One Drakenfel warrior slammed his blade into a charging beast.

This time... The beast staggered slightly. "...It worked a little!"

Another warrior followed up immediately. "Then don’t stop!"

He drove his spear forward.

The guard blocked but was pushed back a step.

The captain shouted again. "Focus on impact! Don’t rely on suppression! Break them with force!"

The Drakenfel warriors tightened their formation and pushed forward again, their attacks heavier now, more direct.

But in other dragon dens... The situation looked completely different.

Clark stood calmly with two members of the Supreme Root Sect behind him. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He adjusted his glasses slightly. "...So their structure changed."

One of his disciples asked, "Elder, should we use the binding roots?"

Clark nodded. "Yes but don’t overcomplicate it."

He raised one hand. Roots burst from the ground instantly.

They wrapped around several guards and their beasts.

The enemies struggled, but their movements slowed.

Clark stepped forward and tapped one of them lightly.

The guard collapsed immediately.

Clark looked at the others. "Just control and eliminate."

His disciples nodded. "Understood."

Meanwhile, on another side...

Floren from the Night Pleasure Sect walked forward casually.

He didn’t even look serious.

Several guards rushed toward him.

Floren smiled. "My, my... so aggressive."

He lifted his hand slightly. A strange wave spread out.

The guards’ movements faltered. "...Huh? What is..."

Floren chuckled. "Relax a bit."

One of the guards suddenly slowed down, his expression turning confused.

Another even staggered slightly.

Floren walked past them casually. "See? So easy."

Behind him, his companion finished them off without trouble. "...They’re wide open."

Floren laughed softly. "Exactly."

But in another dragon’s den... the place where the Solmira clan was fighting...

The biggest difference appeared.

Thanks to their light and sun element power, the bane of demonic beings, their fights were way easier than the rest.

Sorien stood at the front and looked at the disgusting demonic cultivator.

"You all have turned to the wrong path, so we of the Solmira clan will cleanse you all. Solar Sentinels, advance!"

The Solar Sentinels then began to move, rushing toward the demonic guards.