Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 468: Others Didn’t Do So Well

Garion and the others were already on their way back to the gathering point.

The battlefield behind them had finally fallen silent.

Smoke still lingered in the air, drifting slowly across the scorched ground, but no one looked back.

Garion walked at the front, his hands behind his back, calm as always. His gaze shifted slightly toward Dahlia.

"What about the golden dragons? Did they cause any trouble?"

Dahlia rolled her shoulders as she walked, stretching her neck once before answering. "Nope."

She glanced at him, a small, confident smile forming. "They probably saw what we did earlier. Didn’t even try anything."

Clara snorted from behind, crossing her arms. "Yeah. After watching that fight, even dragons would think twice."

Eliza stayed silent but gave a small nod, her eyes calm and observant.

Garion looked at them for a moment, then nodded faintly. "I see. That’s good."

He paused slightly, his eyes narrowing as if thinking ahead. "Let’s check how the others are doing."

Dahlia smirked. "Hopefully they didn’t embarrass us."

Clara laughed. "If they did, Master’s going to make them regret it."

Garion let out a quiet chuckle but didn’t reply.

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Not long after, Garion and the God Gym group arrived at the agreed gathering point.

The area was already filled with members from other factions.

Each group had clearly drawn boundaries, standing apart from one another.

There was an unspoken tension in the air, even though no one was actively fighting.

Garion slowed his steps as he descended from the flying ship. "It seems most of them have already returned..."

Dahlia scanned the area and pointed to one side. "Except that one."

Garion followed her gaze and quickly understood what she meant.

The Drakenfel Clan.

Out of all the factions present, they were the ones most familiar with the Draconia Clan. And yet...

Their numbers had dropped significantly.

Without hesitation, he began walking toward them. Dahlia and the others followed closely behind.

As they approached, one of the Drakenfel members looked up and stiffened slightly.

The tension in their group was obvious. Injured members sat or leaned against each other, some still bleeding, others barely able to stand.

Fenric stepped forward to meet Garion.

He was the same man who had questioned God Gym’s strength before. The same one who had fought Arden earlier.

But now...

There was no trace of confidence on his face.

His expression was tight, his brow furrowed, and his jaw slightly clenched.

Garion stopped in front of him and spoke calmly. "What happened? How did your numbers drop this much?"

Fenric let out a slow breath before answering.

"The war..." he began, shaking his head slightly, "was completely different from what we expected."

His hand tightened into a fist. "We never thought the enemy would switch their cultivation path so quickly."

He glanced back at his injured members, his expression darkening.

"That’s why our usual anti-dragon spells didn’t work. And this..." he gestured around him, "...is the result."

Dahlia frowned slightly.

"It didn’t work?" she asked. "Are you sure? No matter how they change, they’re still dragons, aren’t they?"

Fenric’s expression tightened further.

"I understand what you mean," he said, "but what we saw on the battlefield was completely different."

His hands clenched slightly.

"They’re not dragons anymore," he continued. "They’ve become something... demonic. That’s why our spells failed."

Dahlia clicked her tongue.

"No wonder your clan ended up in the worst condition," she said. "You specialize in hunting dragons. If your opponent isn’t a dragon anymore..."

Clara sighed and finished her thought. "Then your biggest advantage disappears. And this is what happens."

Fenric didn’t deny it. He gave a small, bitter nod.

"That’s true," he said. "But that’s not the main reason we lost this badly."

He fell silent for a moment, clearly recalling something unpleasant.

Garion watched him quietly, then spoke. "This happened because of one person, didn’t it?"

Fenric’s eyes widened slightly. "How... how do you know that?"

Garion met his gaze calmly, a faint smile forming on his face.

"And let me guess," he continued, "it was a Chimera Commander from Black Chimera, right?"

Fenric froze for a moment before nodding. "Yes... it was."

His voice lowered slightly. "A Chimera appeared... and killed most of our members like it was nothing."

He exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself. "Thankfully, he was alone. That gave most of us a chance to escape. But even then... the damage was already too great."

His gaze shifted downward. "Most of the ones we lost were our frontline fighters. Some of our strongest members."

He let out another breath, longer this time. "Right now, our condition is the worst among all factions. We’re... considering pulling back."

A brief silence fell over the group. Then...

"I agree with you, Fenric." A calm voice came from the side.

Everyone turned at once.

Sianor, the Patriarch of the Solmira Clan, was already walking toward them.

He stopped beside Fenric and looked at him with a composed expression.

"This time, your opponent wasn’t a dragon," Sianor said. "So it’s only natural that your advantage disappeared."

Fenric frowned slightly, then nodded. "Yeah..."

He looked away, frustration still evident on his face. "But still... retreating after losing this much..."

Sianor shook his head gently. "You don’t need to worry about that."

He placed a hand on Fenric’s shoulder. "The information your clan provided about the Draconia Clan and its territory was extremely valuable."

Fenric blinked, slightly surprised.

Sianor continued. "You’ve already contributed more than enough."

Then he turned slightly and pointed toward a group of captured dragons nearby. "I’ll give you some of them as compensation for your losses."

Several Drakenfel members immediately looked up, their expressions filled with surprise.

Fenric’s eyes widened. "...Is that really allowed?"

Sianor nodded without hesitation. "Of course. Take them."

He spoke calmly. "At the very least, it will reduce your losses from this war."

Fenric stared at him for a moment, then bowed deeply. "Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch Sianor."

Sianor raised his hand slightly, stopping him from bowing any further. "There’s no need for that."

His expression remained calm. "This war was initiated under Solmira’s call in the first place."

He looked directly at Fenric. "So taking responsibility is only natural for us."

Fenric slowly straightened up, remaining silent.

Sianor then continued. "And it’s not just us."

He briefly glanced toward the other factions. "Several factions have already agreed to provide support as well."

Then he returned his gaze to Fenric. "So you don’t need to force yourself to stay."

His hand remained on Fenric’s shoulder. "If you choose to withdraw... do it without hesitation."

Fenric’s shoulders finally relaxed.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, determination settling in.

"Thank you, sir," he said. "For now, we will withdraw. Our clan has suffered heavy losses."

He paused briefly. "We will pray for your success."

Sianor gave a small, approving smile as he watched them prepare to leave.