Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 464: You Activated His Masochism

Corvin didn’t waste a second and activated his skill, [Feather Blade Rain].

The black feathers, which were floating around the domain, reacted instantly.

They stopped, sharpened, and aimed at Valtor before shooting forward to him from all directions.

Valtor looked at them and didn’t move. He just stood there and laughed. "Hahaha! Let me test how powerful these feathers are!"

The feathers soon closed in... CLANG!

All of them struck his body, and although some managed to cut him, the rest just bounced off his body.

Valtor wiped the thin line of blood on his cheek with his thumb. "Is that all you’ve got?"

He rolled his shoulders once, loosening them. "C’mon, be serious, man. Is beating us all talk?"

Corvin looked at him and frowned a bit. "I see... you’re really from God Gym. Your body is unusually strong."

Valtor laughed, slamming his fist together. "Of course it is, and now that you know it, stop playing around or you’re done!"

Corvin raised his hand and nodded. "Okay then. I’ll raise it to another level, both in scale and intensity, just like you asked."

His black wings spread apart and began to split into numerous black feathers.

And because these feathers were from him and not the domain’s ones... these were way stronger and sharper than the former ones.

Corvin raised his hands, and in an instant the feathers reacted as he began to control them all. "Let’s begin."

In the next second, all of the black feathers shot forward to Valtor from numerous directions.

Valtor only smirked as he stepped in, and with his pure instinct, he swung his fist forward.

BAM!

The feathers that he punched all broke apart, scattering in the air.

But to his surprise, Corvin’s eyes didn’t change. "That wasn’t the real attack."

Suddenly... SHHK

Valtor felt pain, and as he looked behind, he found a black feather pierced his back. "Huh?"

Not waiting for him to react, more black feathers appeared and stabbed his back deeply.

Valtor friend. He reached his back and just grabbed one of the black feathers.

He tried to pull it out, and to his surprise, he couldn’t. "Tch... what an annoying black feather."

The black feathers from Corvin’s wings had barbs, so once stabbed, they hooked inside his flesh.

They weren’t easy to pull out, and with one wrong move... the damage done was way bigger than being stabbed.

Corin, on the other hand, didn’t care and just controlled all the feathers to continue attacking Valtor.

He wanted to finish this fight fast, so this time, he just used all of it at once. "Now... you’re finished!"

The next wave came, and this time all of them shot from different sides, piercing every part of Valtor’s body.

A terrifying amount of blood began to drip to the ground from Valtor’s body.

From far, Valtor looked like a porcupine; if not for his heavy breathing, people would assume that he was dead.

But suddenly as Valtor raised his head... he let out a loud laugh, surprising everyone. "HAHAHA...! IT’S BEEN SO LONG..."

He looked at his blood on the ground. "It’s been truly so long since I bled this much."

Siera frowned from the side. "What a masochist."

Valor grabbed one of the black feathers on his body and forcefully pulled it out.

He didn’t even care even when the black feathers made his injuries even heavier than before.

He just ripped it out completely and threw it aside after looking at it for a moment.

After that he just forcefully pulled out the rest, not caring about the serious injuries, because he had a unique physique.

After it was all done, he turned to Corvin and smirked. "Thank you for your attacks. As of now I can finally use it properly. "

Corvin didnt know what Valtor meant, but still from the thing that Valtor had done now, his face finally changed.

"Just what the hell’s wrong with this guy? He feels more like a demon than me... the one who cultivates a demonic opath."

Valtor heard him and only smirked.

He then lowered his stance and rushed toward Corvin with amazing speed.

Corin was surprised when he saw his speed, and without hesitation, Corvin rushed away to dodge Valtor’s punch.

But to his surprise, Valtor’s missed punch...

BOOM!

It managed to destroy the mountain behind Corvin, and this shocked him very much.

His eyes darted back and forth between the destroyed mountain and Valtor.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You are seriously injured, but how can you have this much power?"

Dahlia and the others were also the same. They have great strength, but they never think they could punch a mountain to smithereens.

Garion on the side just smiled as he began to explain. "It’s simple actually. Valtor’s unique physique is Burning Berserker.’

His eyes locked onto Valtor. "The more he fought and the more injured he was, the stronger he became, so right now..."

He pointed at Valtor’s serious injuries. "And now... he was at the verge of death, so his strength had risen to another level."

Dahlia let out a breath, understanding it. "So basically..."

She glanced at Valtor. "He had a masochist physique; the more he was injured, the stronger he became.

Seira agreed without hesitation. "As expected from a barbarian prince. Even his unique physique is a masochistic one."

Meanwhile, Valtor just smirked as he looked at the destroyed mountain.

He just rolled his neck casually. He didn’t even care about his injuries now, as these injuries were the ones that made him strong.

Valtor then turned to Corvin, smirked, and mocked him, raising a finger. "Corvin... what a coward you are. to think that you dodge my one attack."

Corvin had now pulled back his feathers and began to fly to the air with his wings.

From what he saw from Valtor... he was a really dangerous one. Just one wrong move, and he would die.

Now he could only be more cautious when facing this Valtor. "You can call me coward all you want, but in the end, you’re the one who died in the end."

Valtor laughed, "Really... then let’s see who died first, shall we, you stupid crow?"