Garion turned to Rynor and smirked. "Now it’s your turn, Rynor!"
Rynor sighed, shaking out his arms. "If I die here, make sure my tombstone says, ’Died lifting like a legend.’"
He approached the bar, gripped it, and exhaled. Then, with a powerful yell, he lifted.
His movent was smoother than Rynar’s but still trembling under the weight.
Garion cheered him from the side. "Up! Good! Now hold! Drop it!"
Rynor slamd the bar down, his arms shaking uncontrollably. "I did it... Master, please don’t ask for a second rep."
Garion grinned. "Relax, I’m not a monster. One perfect rep is all we need."
The twins both lay flat on the ground again, groaning.
Dahlia stared at the barbell, then at Garion. "Don’t even think about it."
Garion laughed. "What? You don’t even know how much yours is yet."
Raviel smirked from the side. "Let guess... more than five hundred?"
Garion winked. "Of course. Dahlia’s the strongest, rember?"
Dahlia’s eyes widened. "Master, no! Don’t you dare..."
But Garion was already adding plates. The tal clanged again and again.
"Six hundred kilograms. Let’s see if my first disciple can lift this one."
Dahlia buried her face in her hands. "I hate this gym..."
Rynar and Rynor both raised their fists weakly from the floor. "We believe in you, senior sister."
Raviel leaned toward Rendric and whispered. "She’s actually going to do it, isn’t she?"
Rendric nodded, eyes wide. "I... think she might."
Garion smiled, stepping aside. "Alright, Dahlia. Show them why you’re number one."
Dahlia took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders, and stepped to the bar. "Fine. But if I can’t walk tomorrow, it’s your fault."
She gripped the bar, tightened her stance, and let out a deep breath. Then... she lifted.
The entire bar rose from the floor, shaking violently, but she kept her form solid until she stood fully upright.
Everyone in the gym froze.
Then she dropped the bar with a loud thud and shouted. "Done!"
Garion grinned widely. "Perfect. That’s all three of the Big Three completed."
The twins cheered weakly. Raviel clapped. Even Rendric looked impressed.
Garion nodded proudly. "Good job, all of you. You’ve earned a rest."
Dahlia fell to her knees, exhausted. "A rest? Master, we’ve earned a week off."
Garion laughed. "Fine. Half a day then."
The disciples groaned in unison.
Garion turned toward Raviel and the elders, who were all still sitting stiffly on the floor.
"Now you all understand, right? You’ve seen how powerful my disciples are."
He then tapped his temple, indicating that he was calculating.
"So, logically, you should be able to handle sothing at least one-tenth of what they just did."
The elders stiffened. Raviel tilted his head. "One-tenth?"
Garion smirked. "Exactly. Look at the twins. A year ago, they were the weakest mbers of your clan."
"People laughed at them. But now? Even your elders can’t keep up."
The elders exchanged looks, clearly irritated. One of them clenched his fists.
"That’s unfair, Sect Leader Garion. If we were fighting with mana, it would be a different story."
Garion raised an eyebrow. "Mana battle, huh? That’s your excuse?"
His grin then widened.
"You’ve been cultivating for decades, and they’ve trained for just a single year and still surpassed you in strength."
The room grew quiet. The elders looked down, avoiding his eyes.
Rendric coughed softly, breaking the silence. "It’s... hard to argue with that."
Garion continued, his tone calm but firm.
"If a year of training could turn those two into warriors strong enough to humble elders like you, what does that say? You’ve been too comfortable for too long."
The words hit harder than any punch. Several elders frowned deeply, and a few clenched their jaws.
Raviel stayed quiet, watching his disciples and elders with a conflicted expression.
His eyes shifted toward the twins, still sprawled on the floor but grinning proudly.
He let out a quiet sigh. "A year... only a year..."
He rubbed his chin, frowning slightly.
"I trained for decades to reach my realm, but those two... they’ve grown this much just through physical training. It’s absurd."
Rendric nodded slowly. "Perhaps that’s why his path is so strange and terrifying."
Raviel laughed weakly, his voice filled with disbelief. "To think I used to call myself a genius."
He looked at the twins again. "Compared to them, I feel like I’ve wasted half my life."
The room fell silent for a mont. Even the twins didn’t dare joke this ti. Dahlia and the others just looked at each other quietly.
Garion scratched the back of his head, realizing how heavy the air had gotten.
’Damn it! I crushed them too much.’
He sighed and clapped his hands lightly. "Alright, alright. Don’t overthink it. This isn’t about who’s better or worse."
"It’s about improvent. If my disciples can do it in a year, imagine how far all of you could go if you trained properly."
Raviel looked up, a small smirk forming. "So, what you’re saying is... even old n like us can still change?"
Garion grinned. "Exactly. It’s never too late to get stronger. Just don’t expect to go easy on you when you start."
Raviel laughed, the heaviness lifting a little. "You sound like you’re trying to recruit into your sect."
Garion shrugged. "If you ever get tired of being Patriarch, I’ll gladly make room for you at the God Gym."
Rendric chuckled under his breath. "Oh no, that’s all we need, two maniacs in one place."
Garion turned toward Raviel, smiling confidently.
"So, Patriarch Raviel, what do you think? Will you take my special training course?"
Raviel laughed, still wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Of course. After seeing all this, how could I refuse? I’ll take your special course."
Garion grinned wider. "Good. Then let’s move to the private training room."
Raviel blinked. "Wait, there’s a private training room?"
Garion nodded proudly. "Of course. Every real gym has a VIP section."
Raviel chuckled. "VIP? That sounds suspiciously like sothing else."
Garion smirked.
"Well, think of it like a brothel with different room quality. You’ve got the common rooms, then the elite ones for the special guests."
Raviel laughed, shaking his head. "I see. If that’s the case, then I’ll gladly take the elite room."
Garion grinned. "Of course you will. Right this way, Patriarch."
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