Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 611: Rovak Finally Got His Wish

The next day, the entire tournant site felt different.

The Newbie Tournant had finally reached the semifinals.

Out of the original countless participants, only four remained.

Every one of them had already proven themselves through several battles, and because of that, the excitent across the whole territory had reached an entirely new level.

Huge holographic screens floated above the tournant city, replaying the quarterfinal highlights again and again.

Dahlia summoning a storm and forcing Seraphine to surrender.

Rovak crushing Kaldren’s regeneration with pure brute force.

Kaelvar Ignis lting through his opponent’s defenses with dragon flas.

And the fourth remaining fighter, who had won with terrifying precision.

The broadcast ranking had risen so high that even Paren, back at the Cosmic Terminal, could barely stop smiling.

Inside the tournant site, countless spectators filled every viewing district.

Information brokers kept repeating the sa nas.

Dahlia Draconia.

Rovak.

Kaelvar Ignis.

Liora Vane.

The final four.

Inside the participant hall, Dahlia stood with her arms crossed, grinning confidently.

Not far from her, Rovak cracked his knuckles with obvious excitent.

Kaelvar Ignis stood silently with his crimson horns and burning dragon aura, while the fourth fighter, Liora Vane, calmly adjusted the gloves around her hands.

The tournant staff stepped forward and activated the crystal drawing box. "Semifinal participants, please draw your numbers."

The entire hall beca quiet.

Even the spectators watching through the broadcast held their breath.

Dahlia grinned. "Finally."

Rovak laughed loudly. "Hahaha! This is it!"

Kaelvar opened his golden dragon eyes slightly.

Liora remained silent.

One by one, the four fighters stepped forward.

Dahlia reached into the crystal box first, and soon, a glowing number floated above her hand.

[Number 1]

The participant hall imdiately beca quiet.

Rovak stared at that number, and his grin slowly began to spread.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and reached into the crystal box next.

For a brief mont, everyone watched his hand.

Then a bright number appeared above it.

[Number 1]

Silence... and then...

"Hahahaha!"

Rovak’s laughter exploded through the hall.

His dark-red aura flickered around his body as he looked directly at Dahlia with burning excitent. "Finally!"

Dahlia stared at his number for a second before grinning widely. "So fate finally stopped teasing us."

The spectators watching through the broadcast instantly erupted.

"They drew the sa number!"

"Dahlia versus Rovak!"

"God Gym’s dragon against the Drakhor warrior!"

"This is the semifinal?!"

Inside the private viewing room, Garion blinked once before laughing loudly. "Hahaha! So they really t before the finals."

Slifera leaned forward imdiately. "This is bad."

Elisa nodded calmly. "But also exciting."

Alira watched the screen silently, her eyes focused.

Back in the participant hall, Kaelvar Ignis drew his number next.

[Number 2]

Liora Vane followed calmly.

[Number 2]

The semifinal bracket appeared on the giant holographic screen.

[Semifinal Match 1]Dahlia Draconia vs Rovak

[Semifinal Match 2]Kaelvar Ignis vs Liora Vane

Rovak cracked his knuckles loudly. "I’ve been waiting for this, little dragon."

Dahlia rolled her shoulders and laughed. "Good."

Her eyes shone with wild excitent. "Then let’s see if Master’s new friend can survive his first disciple."

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Inside the participant waiting hall, the atmosphere had beco strangely heavy.

Only four fighters remained in the tournant now, but everyone’s attention had already gathered on the first semifinal.

Dahlia and Rovak stood on opposite sides of the hallway and soon both of them went to the arena.

As they walked toward the arena, countless holographic screens outside began flashing their nas.

[Semifinal Match One]

[Dahlia Draconia]

[Representative: God Gym]

[VS]

[Rovak]

[Drakhor Race]

The two fighters finally reached the arena entrance and the mont the semifinal match began, Dahlia did not wait.

She looked at Rovak standing across from her, and grinned. "Rovak."

Rovak cracked his knuckles loudly. "Yeah?"

Dahlia’s eyes slowly sharpened. "Since you’re Master’s friend, I’ll give you special treatnt."

Rovak’s grin widened. "Hahaha! Good! That’s what I wanted!"

The announcer’s voice echoed across the arena.

"Semifinal Match One!"

"Dahlia Draconia versus Rovak!"

"Begin!"

The instant the word fell...

BOOOOOOM!!!

Dahlia’s disaster aura exploded upward.

Black clouds spread across the entire arena ceiling in an instant.

The bright arena lights dimd as thunder rumbled violently above them.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

Black-blue lightning flashed across the clouds, illuminating Dahlia’s figure like a walking calamity.

The crowd instantly erupted.

"She used her storm imdiately!"

"She’s not holding back!"

"This is the sa storm that forced Seraphine to surrender!"

Inside the private viewing room, Garion leaned forward with a grin. "Oh? She started strong."

Slifera’s expression beca serious. "Against Rovak, that’s smart."

Elisa nodded. "If she lets him build montum, he becos more dangerous."

Back in the arena, Rovak stood beneath the raging storm, staring upward with excitent burning in his eyes. "Hahaha..."

His dark-red aura slowly rose around his body. "This is amazing."

Dahlia lifted one hand, and lightning gathered around her fingers. "Don’t get too excited yet."

Rovak looked back at her.

Dahlia grinned. "You know..."

The wind suddenly began moving.

At first, it was only a light breeze.

Then, in the next mont, it beca a violent gust that swept across the arena.

Dahlia’s silver-gray hair fluttered wildly as the entire battlefield began changing.

The arena was no longer just covered by thunderclouds. It had beco a real storm arena.

Rovak’s eyes widened slightly.

Dahlia pointed toward him with a teasing smile. "A storm doesn’t only have thunder. It also has wind."

The next second, she moved.

BOOM!

Dahlia disappeared from her spot, riding the violent wind like a dragon rushing through a hurricane.

Rovak’s instincts scread, and he imdiately crossed both arms.

Then...

Dahlia appeared in front of him with a wild grin and punched.

[Storm Dragon Fist]

BOOOOOOM!!!

Wind and thunder exploded together.

Rovak’s body was blasted backward, his feet tearing through the arena floor as lightning crawled across his arms.

But he didn’t fall.

Instead, he raised his head and laughed hard. "Hahahaha!"

His dark-red aura burned even brighter. "Good! This is what I wanted!"

Dahlia landed lightly several ters away, still surrounded by twisting wind and thunder.

Then she grinned. "Don’t break too early."

Above them, the storm roared louder.

And for the first ti since the tournant began, Rovak’s smile turned completely serious.