Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 447: Otherworlders Recognize Otherworlders

They all had already understood the basic story.

So of them were thinking; others were watching Garion with interest.

Floren was the first to speak again.

He stretched his shoulders slightly and looked around the group with a relaxed smile.

"Well, I understand why the Drakenfel Clan is here," he said casually.

He gestured toward the three dragon hunters. "You people hate Draconia. If they fall, you benefit."

One of the Drakenfel elders gave a short nod. "That is correct."

Floren then turned his attention back to the others. "But I’m curious about sothing."

He looked at Sianor. "Why are we here?"

He pointed at Clark and then at himself. "We have no direct connection with Draconia."

Clark nodded slowly beside him. "That is a reasonable question."

He adjusted his glasses and looked at Sianor. "My sect also did not receive a full explanation in the ssage."

Sianor stood still for a mont before answering.

His expression remained calm and serious. "That is because the real issue here is not Draconia."

Several people looked at him.

Sianor continued. "The real enemy is the Black Chira."

Garion watched quietly.

Sianor then said sothing that made several people raise their eyebrows. "You may not know this."

He looked directly at Clark and Floren. "But I will tell you now. The leader of the Black Chira..."

He paused slightly. "...is an otherworlder."

Clark’s eyes widened a little.

Floren also raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Clark pushed his glasses up slowly. "That explains sothing."

Floren chuckled softly. "No wonder the Black Chira rose so quickly."

He leaned slightly against the stone table. "Only an otherworlder would build a cultivation system that crazy."

Sianor nodded once. "Yes."

Then he looked at them again. "And that is exactly why both of your sects were invited."

Clark crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Because we are also otherworlders."

Sianor nodded. "Correct."

He looked around the group. "Just like ."

Then he gestured toward Garion. "And just like him."

The plateau beca quiet again for a mont.

Floren looked at Garion with interest.

Clark also studied him carefully.

Floren suddenly smiled. "Well... That actually explains sothing."

Clark nodded. "Yes."

He looked at Garion. "We suspected it already."

Garion raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Clark adjusted his glasses again. "No one born in this world would na their cultivation organization using the word ’Gym.’"

Floren laughed. "Exactly!"

He pointed at Garion with a playful grin. "That is definitely not from this world."

Clark nodded. "So you must be sothing like..."

He thought for a mont. "...a gym trainer in your original world."

Floren laughed again. "Haha! A cultivation gym coach!"

Several people around the table looked confused by the strange conversation.

Garion only smirked. "Yeah."

He shrugged casually. "Sothing like that."

Floren chuckled under his breath while Clark adjusted his glasses again.

For a brief mont, the three otherworlders silently looked at each other as if confirming sothing without saying it aloud.

Then Garion leaned slightly forward and rested his hand on the stone table.

"So," he said calmly. "What are we doing now?"

Several of the council mbers shifted their attention back to Sianor.

The Solmira patriarch remained quiet for a mont before answering.

Then a small smirk appeared on his usually strict face.

"Of course," he said. "The solution is simple."

The others watched him carefully.

Sianor continued. "We currently do not know the location of the Black Chira headquarters."

Clark nodded slowly. "That organization is very secretive."

Floren crossed his arms. "They hide well."

Sianor looked around the group again. "That is why we will not search for them."

Garion raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then?"

Sianor answered without hesitation. "We attack Draconia’s territory."

The three Drakenfel representatives imdiately nodded.

One of them stepped forward slightly. "That is acceptable."

His tone was cold and direct. "The Draconia Clan has always been our enemy."

Floren tilted his head. "So the idea is to pressure them."

Sianor nodded. "Yes."

He looked at the Drakenfel elders. "The Drakenfel Clan here knows Draconia better than anyone."

One of the dragon hunters placed his hand on the table. "We basically knew many things about them."

Garion crossed his arms and listened.

Sianor continued. "If we strike their territory hard enough...they will have no choice but to respond."

Clark finished the thought calmly. "And once they move...we follow them."

Floren smiled slowly. "And eventually they will lead us straight to the Black Chira."

Sianor nodded once. "That is the plan."

The wind blew across the plateau again as the council mbers quietly thought about the proposal.

Garion looked around the group and then smirked slightly. "Well... that sounds simple enough."

He leaned one hand against the stone table. "So when are we doing this?"

Several eyes shifted toward Sianor.

The Solmira patriarch did not answer imdiately.

He seed to be calculating sothing in his head before finally speaking. "I believe this Sunday would be appropriate."

Clark raised an eyebrow. "That soon?"

Sianor nodded calmly. "Yes."

He clasped his hands behind his back. "The longer we wait, the more ti the Black Chira have to strengthen their position."

Floren stretched his arms lazily. "Hmm. I was hoping for a little more preparation ti."

He smiled slightly. "But honestly... I’m not against it."

One of the Drakenfel elders stepped forward. "Our clan is ready at any ti."

His voice was firm and cold. "We have waited years for the fall of Draconia."

Another Drakenfel mber nodded beside him. "If they have truly joined the Black Chira... then they are no longer worthy of being called a Grand Clan."

Clark adjusted his glasses again and glanced toward Garion. "And what about God Gym?"

Garion shrugged casually. "Doesn’t matter to ."

He gave a relaxed smile. "My people are always ready to go to war."

Sorien finally spoke from the side. "The Solmira Clan will mobilize our Radiant Arbiters."

Sianor nodded slightly at that. "Good."

Then he looked around the group once more. "In three days...we begin the attack on Draconia territory."

The wind blew across the plateau again. And this ti, the air felt much heavier. A war had just been decided.