Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 610: The Regeneration Check Failed

Seraphine kept flying through the chaotic storm as black-blue lightning chased her across the arena.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Every bolt struck with terrifying force, blasting craters into the battlefield below.

Her white wings moved beautifully, but the air currents had already become unstable because of Dahlia’s storm.

This was no longer an aerial battlefield she could control. It had become Dahlia’s storm domain.

After dodging another thunderbolt by a hair, Seraphine finally descended slightly and raised one hand. "I give up."

The arena instantly fell silent.

Dahlia raised an eyebrow from below. "Oh?"

Seraphine slowly landed on the ground, breathing a little heavily. Her wings were slightly scorched, and that was the reason her expression had turned helpless. "I can’t fight you at all."

She looked up at the storm still roaring above them. "If I stay in the air, your thunder will chase me. If I come down, I’ll be forced into close combat with you."

Then she smiled bitterly. "Either way, I lose. So it’s better to just give up now."

Dahlia stared at her for a second before grinning. "You’re quite smart for a beautiful mosquito."

Seraphine only looked at her with a frown, but she didn’t say anything because, honestly, she couldn’t do anything.

The referee immediately raised his hand. "Seraphine Vale has surrendered!"

The giant screen flashed brightly.

[Winner]

[Dahlia Draconia]

[Representative: God Gym]

The crowd erupted again.

"She won!"

"Seraphine surrendered?"

"Dahlia controlled the entire storm!"

"What the hell is God Gym?!"

Dahlia looked up at the screen, then laughed proudly. "Hahaha! Quarterfinal cleared."

After that, she turned and walked out of the arena.

By the time she returned to the private viewing room, the third quarterfinal match had already ended surprisingly fast.

Garion looked at her and grinned. "Good job."

Dahlia sat down casually. "Of course."

Then the screen changed again.

[Quarterfinals - Fourth Match]

[Rovak]

[Drakhor Race]

[VS]

[Kaldren Mourn]

Dahlia looked toward Rovak, who was already walking toward the door. "I already won."

Rovak stopped and turned back with a huge grin. "Hahaha! Then I can’t lose either."

His dark-red aura flickered faintly around him as he cracked his knuckles. "Just wait, little dragon."

Then he walked out toward the arena.

Dahlia’s grin widened. "Good."

Garion leaned back with an amused smile. "Looks like everyone is getting serious now.

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Rovak stepped into the arena with a different expression than before.

Usually, he entered with loud laughter, a wide grin, and enough battle excitement to shake the whole room. But this time, he was quieter.

Across from him stood Kaldren Mourn of the Bone Demon Race.

Kaldren’s body was thin and pale, with bone-like horns curving from his head.

Sharp white bone plates covered parts of his arms, shoulders, and spine, making him look like a walking corpse forged into a weapon.

The crowd immediately grew excited.

"Kaldren Mourn!"

"He’s one of the favorites too!"

"His bone regeneration is insane!"

"Can Rovak even beat someone like him?"

Inside the private viewing room, Slifera crossed his arms. "This is another bad matchup for Rovak."

Elisa nodded. "Kaldren’s body is difficult to break. Even if Rovak hits him hard, he can recover and reshape his bones."

Dahlia leaned forward slightly. "So brute force won’t work?"

Garion grinned. "Brute force always works if there’s enough of it."

Back in the arena, Kaldren stared at Rovak with an eerie smile. "Your strength is impressive, Drakhor."

Rovak cracked his knuckles. "Good. Then you already know not to waste my time."

Kaldren’s smile widened. "Unfortunately for you, I don’t fall easily."

The announcer’s voice echoed.

"Begin!"

Kaldren moved first, and bones began growing from his arms, forming long white blades.

[Bone Demon Blades]

SHING!

He rushed forward, slashing rapidly at Rovak from multiple angles but unlike before, Rovak didn’t charge ahead recklessly.

His dark-red aura exploded around his body as his eyes sharpened.

[Drakhor War Body]

BOOOOM!!!

His muscles tightened, and his entire presence became heavier.

Kaldren’s bone blades struck his arms and chest, leaving shallow wounds across his skin, but Rovak simply stepped forward through the attacks.

BANG!

His fist smashed into Kaldren’s ribs.

CRACK!!!

Several bones shattered instantly.

Kaldren slid backward, but white bone threads immediately crawled across the broken area and repaired the damage.

He smiled. "See?"

Rovak’s grin slowly returned. "Yeah."

Then his aura burned even hotter. "That just means I need to break you faster."

BOOM!

Rovak charged.

Kaldren raised both hands, and countless bone spikes burst from the ground.

[Bone Prison Bloom]

Sharp bone pillars tried to trap Rovak from every direction, but Rovak roared and punched straight through them.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Bone fragments scattered across the arena like white rain, finally changing Kaldren’s expression.

And soon, Rovak appeared directly in front of him.

[Drakhor Fang Strike]

BANG!!!

The punch landed directly against Kaldren’s chest, blasting him across the arena.

His body smashed into the ground and rolled several times, but again, his bones shifted and repaired themselves.

Kaldren slowly stood up, his smile weaker than before. "You’re strong."

Rovak walked forward, dark-red aura rolling around him like smoke. "Indeed, I’m strong. And that’s why this time, I’m not holding back anymore."

The next instant, Rovak disappeared from his spot, shocking Kaldren.

Rovak appeared above him and slammed both fists downward.

[Drakhor Double Hammer]

BOOOOOOM!!!

The entire arena trembled.

Kaldren’s bone armor shattered, and before he could fully regenerate, Rovak grabbed him by the shoulder and punched again.

BANG!

Then again.

BANG!

And again.

BANG!

Each strike shattered more bone than Kaldren could repair.

For the first time, Kaldren began to panic. "My regeneration..."

Rovak grinned fiercely. "You’re good, but too bad... you’re too slow."

His dark-red aura gathered into one fist.

[Drakhor Final Smash]

BOOOOOOM!!!

The punch struck Kaldren directly and launched him into the arena barrier with terrifying force.

The barrier shook violently as Kaldren’s bone armor collapsed completely.

He fell to the ground and tried to move, but his body no longer listened.

The referee immediately raised his hand. "Kaldren Mourn is unable to continue!"

The giant holographic screen flashed brightly.

[Winner]

[Rovak]

[Drakhor Race]

The crowd exploded in cheers.

"He won!"

"Rovak defeated Kaldren!"

"He crushed his regeneration with pure force!"

Inside the private viewing room, Dahlia grinned. "Not bad."

Garion laughed loudly. "Hahaha! That guy really is strong."