Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 470: Straight To The Boss

The meeting had finally begun. Garion glanced at Sianor and asked, "Sianor, you’re the overseer of Grand Factions. You should know Draconia’s main base, right?"

Sianor looked at him for a moment before giving a small nod.

"Indeed, I do. I don’t know their full territory, but I know where their main base is."

Floren tilted his head slightly, a faint smile forming. "I see what you’re aiming for."

He turned toward Garion. "Are you planning to end this war in one move?"

Garion met his gaze and nodded. "Of course. That’s why we’re discussing it now."

Clark shifted slightly, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, but that would be too risky, wouldn’t it?"

Floren chuckled as he folded his fan. "You really don’t like dragging things out, do you?"

Garion glanced at him and shrugged. "Of course not. I still have leg day later."

Silence followed.

Floren stared at him for a second, then shook his head with a soft sigh. "You’re unbelievable."

He pointed at him lightly. "There’s a war going on, and that’s what you’re thinking about? You’re really a ridiculous gym freak."

Garion smirked. "I’ll take that as praise."

Clark looked between the two, clearly used to this by now.

He turned back to Garion. "Alright, so how exactly do you want to do this?"

Garion didn’t hesitate. He looked at all three of them and spoke like the answer had already been decided. "We go straight there."

Clark blinked, caught off guard. His brows drew together slightly as he studied Garion more closely. "That’s it? No backup plan?"

Garion shook his head without pause. "Nope."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his weight on one leg, his tone calm. "If you’re worried about safety..."

He gestured ahead with his chin. "My ship will take the lead."

Floren raised an eyebrow, then exhaled softly. "I see."

He tilted his head, a small smile returning. "If that’s the case... I have no objections."

Clark didn’t answer immediately. He kept watching Garion, as if trying to confirm he wasn’t joking.

"You’re not even considering alternatives," Clark said.

Garion shrugged. "No need."

Clark exhaled slowly, then glanced at Sianor.

Sianor stood still with his arms behind his back, listening quietly.

Clark looked back at Garion. "...When do we move?"

Garion answered instantly. "Now."

A brief silence settled over them.

Floren’s fan paused mid-motion. Clark’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Now?" Clark repeated.

Garion nodded. "You all returned earlier."

His gaze moved between them. "You’re already prepared."

Clark let out a slow breath and straightened his posture. "Direct and immediate."

He gave a firm nod. "Understood."

Floren chuckled softly, opening his fan again. "No time wasted. I like that."

Sianor finally spoke. "...Alright."

He stepped forward slightly, his expression firm. "Then we move."

Garion turned toward the battlefield without another word.

Clark gave one last glance at Garion’s back, then stepped forward as well.

Floren followed with a faint smile.

Sianor moved ahead, his gaze fixed forward.

The decision had already been made.

They would strike directly at the center and finish this war in one go.

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Pelion stood still, looking down at the battlefield below.

The ground was scattered with broken formations, fallen bodies, and scorched terrain.

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes moved slowly, taking everything in.

Behind him, footsteps approached.

Galora stopped a few steps away.

He was the only one who returned from the four that he sent.

Pelion didn’t turn immediately.

"...So," he said calmly, "you’re the only one who made it back."

Galora let out a short breath, rolling his shoulder once. "Yeah."

He glanced back briefly, then forward again. "Looks like it."

Pelion finally turned to face him.

"I didn’t expect this," he said. "For them to be this strong."

His tone remained flat, but his gaze sharpened slightly. "Only you’re left, Galora."

Galora scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. "I got lucky."

He shifted his stance, crossing his arms loosely. "The Drakenfel were the ones I faced."

He tilted his head. "They’re strong but only against dragons, not me."

Pelion studied him for a moment, then gave a faint nod.

He turned without hesitation and began walking. "Let’s return to Draconia’s main base."

Galora frowned and quickly followed, closing the distance with heavy steps. "...We’re leaving already?"

Pelion didn’t slow down. "Yes."

His voice remained steady. "From what I’ve seen..."

He kept his gaze forward. "They’ll head straight there."

Galora’s brows pulled together. He crossed his arms as he walked beside him. "...How can you be sure?"

Pelion stopped briefly, then turned his head slightly toward him. A faint smirk appeared. "Because I’ve already seen how the leader of God Gym thinks."

Galora narrowed his eyes. "You figured that out from one encounter?"

Pelion resumed walking. "That’s enough for me."

His tone stayed calm. "He was easy to guess. He doesn’t waste time. He doesn’t stall."

He lifted one hand slightly, then lowered it again. "If there’s a core target, he’ll go straight for it."

Galora exhaled quietly. "...Straight to us."

Pelion nodded once. "Exactly."

Silence followed as they continued walking.

Galora looked ahead, his expression growing more serious. "...Then when do you think they’ll arrive?"

Pelion answered without hesitation. "...Soon."

His steps remained even and unhurried. "Faster than expected."

Galora rolled his shoulder again, his grip tightening slightly. "...Then we should prepare."

Pelion glanced back at him briefly, then forward again, a faint smile forming. "No need."

His voice stayed calm. "This isn’t our battle. It’s between Draconia... and them."

Galora frowned. "...So we just watch?"

Pelion nodded once. "For now."

They continued walking, the battlefield slowly fading behind them. "We’ll be spectators."

Galora let out a quiet breath, still unconvinced. "...And if Draconia loses?"

Pelion’s lips curved slightly. "Then we’ll know their worth."

He paused for a moment, then added, "And if they win..."

His gaze remained forward. "...then they’re worth keeping."

Galora fell silent.

Pelion continued walking, unhurried. "Let’s see..."

His voice lowered slightly. "...if Darius can handle them."

No one spoke after that.