Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 601: Round Two Got Personal

Three days passed quickly.

During those three days, the first round of the Newbie Tournant finally ca to an end.

Out of the original sixty-four fighters, only thirty-two remained.

The atmosphere of the tournant site beca even hotter than before.

More spectators had arrived, more factions had sent scouts, and the broadcast ranking had risen sharply after several shocking performances.

And among the nas being discussed the most... God Gym had already beco one of them.

Inside the participant hall, Dahlia walked in with both hands behind her head, looking completely relaxed.

Inside the participant hall, Dahlia walked in with both hands behind her head, looking like she had been bored for far too long.

Behind her, Rovak also entered while cracking his shoulders loudly. "Hahaha! Finally!"

Rovak grinned widely. "Three days of waiting almost killed ."

Dahlia nodded seriously. "Sa. I was starting to think this tournant forgot about us."

Several nearby participants quietly looked away.

These two had both finished their first matches early and then disappeared for three days like they were on vacation.

Now that they were back, their battle intent imdiately filled the hall again.

A tournant staff mber stood beside a floating crystal box and spoke calmly. "Second round participants, please draw your numbers."

Dahlia’s eyes lit up. "Good."

Rovak grinned. "Let’s see who we get."

The two walked toward the drawing area.

But before Dahlia could reach the box, a familiar mocking voice suddenly appeared. "Well, well... if it isn’t the brute from god gym."

Dahlia slowly turned her head.

Not far away, Veyrion Calthis walked over with a calm and arrogant smile.

His tallic silver skin glead under the hall lights, and his blue-white energy patterns pulsed faintly across his body.

Slifera wasn’t here right now, so Veyrion looked even more relaxed than before.

Dahlia raised an eyebrow. "Oh. It’s the silver pretty boy."

Veyrion’s smile stiffened slightly.

Rovak imdiately laughed. "Hahaha! Good na."

Veyrion glanced at Rovak coldly. "And the horned brute is here too."

Rovak grinned. "That’s ."

Dahlia looked at Veyrion lazily. "What do you want? Ca here to talk more before getting beaten?"

Veyrion sneered. "Don’t be too proud just because you defeated a weak opponent in the first round."

Dahlia smiled. "And you’re still talking big after doing nothing impressive?"

Several participants nearby quietly sucked in cold breaths.

Veyrion’s eyes narrowed.

Before the atmosphere could grow worse, the tournant staff coughed lightly. "Please draw your numbers first."

Dahlia clicked her tongue softly but still walked toward the floating crystal box. "Fine."

She reached inside casually and pulled out a glowing light orb.

The number slowly appeared above her palm.

[Number 7]

Dahlia raised an eyebrow. "Seven, huh?"

Rovak imdiately leaned over and grinned. "Not mine then. Too bad."

Dahlia looked at him. "You sound disappointed."

"Of course I am!" Rovak laughed loudly. "I wanted to fight you early!"

Dahlia smirked. "Then survive longer."

Rovak burst into laughter and stepped forward next. He drew his own number, and a bright symbol appeared.

[Number 14]

Rovak snorted. "Tch. Far away."

Then Veyrion calmly walked forward with an arrogant expression.

He glanced at Dahlia and smiled coldly. "Let’s see whether fate has taste."

He placed his hand inside the crystal box and pulled out a glowing orb.

The number appeared.

[Number 7]

The waiting hall instantly beca quiet.

Dahlia stared at the number for a second.

Then slowly, a bright grin spread across her face. "Oh?"

Rovak imdiately burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! Fate really does have taste!"

Veyrion looked at Dahlia and smiled sharply. "It seems I’ll be your opponent."

Dahlia cracked her knuckles. "Good. I was worried I’d have to wait longer before making you eat your words."

Veyrion’s glowing blue-white patterns pulsed faintly beneath his tallic skin. "Careful, dragon girl. A loud mouth doesn’t an strength."

Dahlia stepped closer, her grin becoming more dangerous. "And a shiny body doesn’t an you’re noble."

Several participants around them quickly moved back.

Veyrion’s eyes narrowed. "I’ll teach you the difference between true refinent and brute force."

Dahlia laughed. "Perfect."

She leaned closer slightly. "Then I’ll teach you the difference between real power and pretty decoration."

Rovak slapped his thigh while laughing. "Hahaha! Good! Say more!"

The tournant staff’s mouth twitched. "Participants... please don’t fight before the match."

Veyrion straightened his back and turned away coldly. "Enjoy your confidence while it lasts."

Dahlia waved lazily. "Enjoy walking while you still can."

Veyrion paused for a mont, then continued walking with a colder expression.

Dahlia watched him leave, still grinning. "Finally."

Rovak looked at her. "Excited?"

Dahlia cracked her neck softly. "Of course."

Her eyes shone with playful cruelty. "I promised Slifera I’d make him sorry."

Then she glanced toward the arena entrance. "And I always keep my promises."

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Inside the private viewing room, the atmosphere also changed the mont the second-round match list appeared on the screen.

[Second Round Match]

[Dahlia Draconia]

[Representative: God Gym]

[VS]

[Veyrion Calthis]

[Silverian Race]

Slifera stared at the screen silently for a few seconds.

Then he slowly leaned forward. "...So she really drew Veyrion."

Elisa glanced at him. "You look tense."

Slifera clicked his tongue. "Of course I’m tense."

He crossed his arms, but his fingers tapped lightly against his sleeve. "I did say I wanted soone to defeat that bastard, but..."

His glowing blue eyes narrowed slightly. "Can Dahlia really do it?"

Garion, who was sitting lazily on the sofa, suddenly laughed. "Hahaha! What kind of question is that?"

Slifera turned toward him. "You’re not worried at all?"

Garion grinned confidently. "Why should I be?"

Alira quietly looked at him from the side, while Elisa remained silent.

Garion pointed toward the arena screen. "Veyrion may be from a top fifty race. He may be talented, noble, refined, or whatever fancy word he wants to use."

Then his grin widened. "But Dahlia is my first disciple."

Slifera’s expression beca complicated.

Garion leaned back comfortably and continued, "Just watch."

He looked at Slifera with an amused smile. "Instead of worrying about whether Dahlia can beat him..."

He pointed at Slifera. "You should start thinking about what kind of face you’ll show Veyrion later."

Slifera froze.

Garion laughed again. "After all, once Dahlia beats him, you’ll have the perfect chance to walk up to him and smile."

Elisa’s lips curved slightly. "That would be rather satisfying."

Slifera stayed silent for a mont.

Then, slowly, a small grin appeared on his face. "...You’re right."

His eyes returned to the screen. "Then I’ll watch carefully."

On the screen, Dahlia walked toward the arena entrance with a bright, dangerous smile.

Slifera’s grin beca colder. "Veyrion..."

He leaned back in his seat. "Let’s see how noble you look after this."