Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 402: Convince Them With Fists

Garion smiled slowly, his eyes calm but sharp. "Let me make it easier for you to think."

Vargan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Easier?"

Sarona didn’t speak, but her gaze focused more intently on him.

Garion reached into his coat and pulled something out, which was a thin rectangular device.

The moment it appeared, both Vargan and Sarona stiffened.

"...Don’t tell me," Vargan muttered under his breath.

Sarona’s calm expression cracked just a little. "How do you have that?"

Garion smirked, holding it up casually. "So you recognize it."

Vargan leaned forward, his tone lower now. "That’s not something a top clan leader should have."

Sarona’s voice followed, quieter but sharper. "That belongs only to..."

She didn’t finish, but Garion did. "Grand factions."

Silence fell instantly.

Vargan slowly turned his head toward Aveline.

She didn’t rush to speak. She simply nodded once. "It’s true. God Gym has officially been recognized."

Vargan looked back at Garion, eyes widening slightly. "You became a grand faction?"

Garion shrugged. "A few days ago."

Sarona frowned. "How?"

Garion glanced briefly toward Eldrin, then back at them. "The Demon Gate."

Both of them froze.

"You destroyed it?" Vargan asked.

Garion nodded once.

Vargan let out a low whistle, shaking his head. Sarona didn’t move much, but her eyes clearly changed.

"That explains it," she said quietly.

Garion placed the device on the table and activated it.

A glowing map projection appeared in the air, showing the vast archipelago around Demon Gate Island.

He pointed at it casually. "This is now under God Gym."

Vargan stared. "...That’s almost a continent."

"Archipelago," Garion corrected lightly. "But close enough."

Sarona studied the map. "No grand factions nearby."

"Only Draconia," Garion replied.

Aveline glanced at him but said nothing.

Garion leaned back again, relaxed. "So let me be clear. If you join now, you won’t be vassals of a top faction."

He tapped the device lightly. "You’ll be vassals of a grand faction."

Vargan folded his arms tighter, thinking. "That... changes things."

Sarona nodded slightly. "It does."

Garion continued, his voice steady. "Top factions compete for territory. Grand factions shape the world."

Vargan’s eyes burned with interest again. "And what do we gain?"

Garion answered without hesitation. "Direct access to the God Physique Path, shared training systems, and resources."

He paused for a second. "And protection."

Sarona tilted her head slightly. "Protection?"

Garion nodded. "If a top faction provokes you, they won’t be facing Vulkran or Shivera."

He looked straight at them. "They’ll be facing God Gym."

Vargan’s jaw tightened. "And if a grand faction moves?"

Garion’s gaze sharpened. "Then they deal with me."

The room went quiet again.

Sarona studied him carefully. "You’re confident you can stand among them?"

Garion didn’t smile this time. "I already do."

Vargan suddenly laughed, loud and amused. "You really don’t hesitate, do you?"

Garion shrugged. "Why would I?"

Sarona exhaled slowly. "You’re asking us to lower our banner."

Garion shook his head. "No."

He looked at both of them steadily. "I’m asking you to raise it higher."

Vargan stopped laughing.

Sarona’s fingers, which had been tapping lightly, went still.

Garion continued, calm and direct. "You’ve already seen it. You lost to my elders. You’ve seen my disciples."

He leaned forward slightly. "You know what’s coming. If you stay as top clans, you’ll grow... but slowly."

"But if you become God Clans..." he paused for a grander effect. "You’ll explode."

Vargan’s fist clenched slightly without him noticing.

Sarona glanced at Aveline. "And you don’t regret it?"

Aveline answered calmly, "No."

Vargan looked back at Garion. "You’re serious."

Garion nodded once. "Completely."

Sarona closed her eyes briefly, thinking. "This is not a small step."

"I know," Garion replied.

Vargan and Sarona exchanged a glance, neither speaking for a moment.

Garion crossed his arms and waited. "I won’t pressure you. But I won’t ask twice."

The air grew heavier.

Vargan slowly inhaled. Sarona opened her eyes again, both of them now looking directly at Garion.

Vargan spoke first. "...We can join."

Sarona didn’t interrupt, but she didn’t look away either.

"But you know our clans," Vargan continued. "The Vulkran Clan is a berserker clan. Strength first before anything else."

Sarona glanced at him. "You forgot pride is first."

Vargan ignored her. "Point is... they won’t accept it easily. If I go back and say we’re vassals, they’ll revolt."

Sarona nodded slightly. "The Shivera Clan is the same. We bow to no one lightly."

She looked at Garion directly. "They won’t accept it just because I say so."

Garion listened quietly, then nodded once. "Good."

Vargan frowned. "Good?"

Garion’s lips curved slightly. "If they accepted easily, I wouldn’t want them."

Sarona’s eyes narrowed. "Explain."

Garion stepped forward slightly. "Simple."

He pointed at them. "Let them fight, my disciples."

Vargan blinked. Sarona raised a brow.

"You said they won’t surrender easily," Garion continued. "Then don’t make them surrender. Make them convinced."

Vargan’s lips slowly curved into a grin. "You want a fight."

Garion shrugged. "Of course."

Sarona folded her arms. "You think your disciples can handle entire clans?"

Garion smiled faintly. "I think they need real opponents."

Vargan burst out laughing. "HAHA! I like that!"

Sarona gave him a look. "Control yourself."

Garion continued, calm as ever. "A tournament."

Vargan leaned forward. "Between Vulkran, Shivera... and God Gym?"

Garion nodded. "Open matches and fair rules. Your elites versus my disciples."

He pointed down and grinned. "If we lose, I drop the proposal."

Vargan’s eyes flashed. "And if you win?"

Garion didn’t hesitate. "You kneel and join the God Gym."

Silence filled the room.

Even Aveline looked at him for a moment.

Sarona studied him carefully. "You are confident."

Garion shrugged. "I’m practical."

Vargan cracked his neck. "And you think your disciples can beat berserkers?"

Garion smirked. "They already beat you."

Aveline let out a small laugh.

Vargan glared for a second, then smirked back. "...Fair."

Sarona asked calmly, "Rules?"

"No killing or permanent crippling. Full power allowed," Garion said. "My elder will handle the healing."

Sarona glanced at him, then nodded once.

"And location?" she asked.

Garion smiled. "Let’s make it near both your clans. Your territories are close to each other, right?"

Vargan crossed his arms. "They are. The Vulkran and Shivera territories share a border."

Sarona added calmly, "There is a neutral plane between us, wide enough and strong enough to handle large-scale combat."

Garion nodded. "Good. Then we’ll use that."