Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 165: From Cultivator to Beginner Again

In the VIP training room, Garion stood with his arms crossed while Raviel lay flat on the ground, panting and covered in sweat.

Garion tilted his head.

"Alright, Patriarch, now tell how you cultivate and how you fight. I need to know so I can customize your next workout plan."

Raviel raised an eyebrow, still catching his breath.

"What do you an by customized? And why does how I cultivate matter for training?"

Garion smirked. "Because the Squats, push-ups, and sit-ups I give you are just ab exercises."

He flexed his body. "To make you stronger, I need to customize the program to you."

He crouched and narrowed his eyes.

"So tell everything about your cultivation thod, your fighting habits, how you handle mana, everything."

Raviel groaned, sitting up slowly. "You really don’t make things easy, do you?"

Garion shrugged. "I make them effective. Now talk."

Raviel sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Fine. My cultivation’s pretty standard."

"I take in mana through absorption, store it in my Mana Core, and it gets converted based on my trait."

"And the way my clan cultivates is just with so different movents and breathing techniques to improve flow efficiency."

Garion nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. That’s still the Mana Core Realm, though. I already knew that much."

"What about the Domain Realm? You’re already there, so I want to know what changes."

Raviel looked at him, surprised. "You’re really not familiar with it?"

Garion shook his head. "Not yet. I’m still learning about the third realm as my path is different from yours."

Raviel leaned back on his elbows. "Alright, then. In the Third Realm, it’s divided into stages just like the others."

"The first stage is the Manifestation Stage. To reach it, you have to control your mana outside your body."

He also reminded Garion. "Not just release it but control it, like shaping and bending."

Garion nodded slowly. "So external control. Got it. What about the next stage?"

Raviel pointed to himself. "That’s where I am now, the Formation Stage."

"You take that external mana and expand it into an area that bends to your will."

"The more stable your control, the wider and stronger your domain becos."

Garion scratched his chin. "Sounds logical. But how exactly do you create it?"

"Is there a technique, a process, or so kind of trigger?"

Raviel shrugged casually. "It just... happened."

"I kept training my control, and one day, the mana around solidified into my [Flaming Storm Domain]. That was it."

Garion blinked, frowning. "That’s it?"

Raviel nodded. "Pretty much."

Garion sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "So you didn’t learn it. You just got lucky."

Raviel raised a brow. "You could say that. Even other third realm cultiatos were the sa."

Garion rolled his eyes, sighing.

"Then tell how you actually fight. From what I’ve seen, you stand there, chant, and bombard everything in sight."

Raviel looked unbothered. "That’s our family style. We’re known for raw offense."

"We overwhelm the enemy with fire and lightning until nothing’s left standing."

Garion’s expression went flat. "So... no footwork training or even lee training."

Raviel shook his head. "Why would we need that? Our attacks destroy everything before it gets close."

Garion groaned and facepald again. "And if soone does get close?"

Raviel hesitated. "Then... we hit harder."

Garion dropped his hand and stared at him. "You really said that with confidence, huh?"

Raviel chuckled, wiping the sweat off his face. "It’s worked so far."

Garion let out a deep sigh and crossed his arms.

"No wonder your clan wastes so much mana. You people only know how to throw explosions at problems."

Raviel shrugged. "We win, don’t we?"

Garion shook his head. "Barely. You rely too much on mana. What happens when it runs out?"

Raviel smirked. "Then I’ll borrow yours."

Garion raised an eyebrow. "Try that, and I’ll double your training weight."

Raviel quickly looked away. "I was joking."

Garion grinned. "Good. Because I don’t joke when it cos to training."

He paced in front of Raviel, thinking. "Alright, then tell this."

"Back when you were still in the Mana Refinent Realm, before you had spells or traits... how did you fight?"

Raviel tilted his head, thinking back. "Hmm... back then? I fought with my sword."

Garion nodded slowly.

"A sword, huh. So you actually used to have form and balance before you turned into a fireworks."

Raviel gave him a flat look. "That’s one way to say it."

Garion smirked. "Do you still have that sword?"

Raviel blinked. "The old one? Yeah, it’s sowhere in my storage ring. Haven’t touched it in years."

"Take it out," Garion said.

Raviel raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Garion crossed his arms.

"Because your next month of training isn’t about mana. You’re going back to basics."

Raviel frowned. "You want to swing a sword like a beginner again?"

Garion nodded. "Exactly. You forgot what real combat feels like. You rely on your domain too much."

Raviel sighed, rubbing his neck. "This feels like a punishnt."

Garion smirked. "It’s not punishnt. It’s rebuilding."

Raviel shook his head, but finally reached into his ring.

A flash of light appeared, and an old, weathered sword materialized in his hand.

The blade was slightly chipped, but the handle was firm and balanced.

He looked at it for a mont, silent. "It’s been a long ti."

Garion watched him closely. "You still rember the feeling?"

Raviel gripped the handle tighter and swung it once through the air.

The blade cut through the silence with a clean sound. His eyes sharpened slightly. "Yeah... I rember."

Garion smiled faintly. "Good. Then I know exactly how to customize your training."

Raviel glanced at him. "And what does that an exactly?"

Garion didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached into his system strogge and pulled out a black training sword.

Raviel frowned. "What do you an by this?"

Garion’s grin widened. "Simple."

"We’re going to spar. I need to see how you handle your blade before I decide your next program."

Raviel blinked. "You an right now?"

Garion took a step forward, his aura shifting slightly. "Right now. Don’t worry. I’ll go easy."

Raviel’s expression stiffened. "Every ti soone says that, it never ends well."

Garion raised his sword and pointed it at him. "Then prove wrong."

Raviel sighed, unsheathing his old blade. "Fine. But if I break sothing in here, it’s your fault."

Garion smirked. "If you can land a hit, I’ll forgive you for it."