Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 472: Why Is He So Fast

Sianor stood at the front of his flying ship, his hands resting neatly behind his back, his posture straight and controlled as always.

Behind him, the Solmira members stood in orderly formation, their expressions focused, their energy restrained but ready.

A few ships away, Clark stood on his own vessel, positioned slightly behind.

He didn’t move at all, his stance steady, eyes locked on the same direction as Sianor’s.

On the other side, Floren leaned casually against the railing of his ship.

One hand rested lazily at his waist while the other held his fan, flicking it open and closed in a slow rhythm.

His half-lidded eyes gave off a relaxed impression, but there was no mistaking the sharp focus behind them.

All three of them were staring at the same thing.

And all three of them were clearly surprised.

Not only had Garion’s ship moved ahead of all of them, but it was already pushing straight into the enemy formation.

And more than that... It was doing so smoothly.

Ahead of them, waves upon waves of flying lizardmen filled the sky, surrounding Garion’s ship from all directions.

They attacked relentlessly, diving in from above, below, and every angle in between.

Yet the ship didn’t slow down.

If anything... it continued forward like nothing was there.

Some of the lizardmen even broke away from the main assault and began targeting the ships behind Garion instead.

Clark lifted his hand slightly, his voice calm and controlled. "Prepare for the attack."

Behind him, the members of the Supreme Root Sect adjusted their stances in unison.

Their breathing steadied as energy began to gather around them, slow but dense.

Floren flicked his fan once, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "Well... we can’t just watch, can we?"

His gaze shifted slightly, lingering just a bit longer than necessary toward Garion’s ship. "Though I have to admit... that bold charge is quite attractive."

He chuckled softly to himself.

"Alright, boys," he added lazily, waving his fan. "Let’s not fall behind. It’d be embarrassing if we looked useless."

Both ships surged forward at the same time.

Clark raised his hand again, this time with more intent. "Release."

The response was immediate.

Spells shot forward in clean, straight lines, each one precise and controlled.

Some pierced directly through the lizardmen, cutting through their bodies mid-air and sending them falling instantly.

Others struck with heavier force, blasting enemies backward and breaking their formation just enough to create a narrow path forward.

On Floren’s side, things were... less straightforward.

He flicked his fan once, his posture still relaxed. "Don’t rush. Just keep them entertained."

His members moved as he spoke.

Distorted waves spread outward like ripples in the air.

Several lizardmen suddenly slowed mid-flight, their movements turning unstable, almost as if they had forgotten how to move properly.

A few of them veered off course entirely, crashing into each other in messy collisions.

Floren watched it happen with a pleased expression. "See? Much more fun this way."

But even with that... the number of enemies didn’t seem to decrease fast enough.

There were simply too many.

Clark’s brows tightened slightly as he observed the battlefield. "Their numbers aren’t dropping fast enough."

Floren’s smile faded just a bit. "...Yeah. Annoying, isn’t it?"

Both ships slowed slightly, forced to deal with the overwhelming swarm. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

And yet... Garion’s ship ahead of them still didn’t stop. It kept moving forward.

Floren clicked his tongue softly. "...Seriously. How is he still pushing forward like that?"

Clark didn’t answer immediately.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to follow the movements ahead. "...That shouldn’t be possible with that density of enemies."

Before either of them could say more... a calm, firm voice came from the side.

"Focus."

Sianor’s ship moved forward, smoothly entering the battlefield.

Behind him, the Solmira members stepped forward in perfect unison.

Golden light began to gather around them.

In the next moment, multiple [Solar Lance] constructs formed in the air.

Sianor raised his hand slightly. "Release."

The lances shot forward instantly.

Each one pierced cleanly through the lizardmen, burning them from the inside out the moment they made contact.

The enemies didn’t even have time to react before their bodies were reduced to ash mid-air.

The formation ahead opened rapidly.

Sianor lowered his hand and pointed forward. "Advance. Do not fall behind Garion."

Clark gave a short nod. Floren let out a soft whistle. "Well... now that’s more like it."

Both ships accelerated again, pushing forward with renewed speed.

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Sianor’s ship soon caught up, moving alongside Garion’s.

The distance between them closed quickly until both ships were flying side by side.

Sianor stepped slightly forward, his sharp eyes scanning Garion’s ship.

Then he paused.

His gaze settled on the weapons in their hands. "...Bows?"

Dahlia stood near the edge, pulling back on an invisible string. A glowing arrow formed instantly in her grip.

She released it with a relaxed motion.

The arrow shot forward at terrifying speed, tearing through multiple enemies in a straight line.

Clara stood a few steps away, firing rapidly.

Each arrow she released didn’t just hit but also disruptive.

Enemies suddenly turned midair, crashing into each other, their movements thrown into chaos.

She giggled lightly as she fired again. "Oops. Wrong direction."

Another group collided instantly.

The twins stood further back, their movements synchronized, firing steadily with controlled precision.

Sianor watched for a moment longer, his expression unchanged, though there was a faint hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Interesting."

He didn’t ask about it.

Instead, he looked forward again and raised his voice slightly. "We’re almost there. Prepare yourselves."

Garion nodded without turning. "Of course."

There was a brief pause.

Then Garion turned his head slightly toward Sianor. "But I need your help with something."

Sianor glanced at him. "What is it?"

Garion kept his eyes forward. "Let me handle the people inside."

He gestured ahead toward the main structure in the distance. "You and the others... handle the soldiers outside."

Dahlia stepped forward beside him, resting the bow casually over her shoulder. "Yeah, leave the inside to us."

She grinned slightly. "Wouldn’t want you all stealing our fun."

Clara tilted her head, smirking. "Plus, I’ve got a few ideas I want to try."

She spun the Corem lightly in her fingers. "They’re going to have a very confusing day."

Sianor looked at them, his expression firm. "Are you certain?"

Garion nodded once. "Yeah."

His tone stayed calm, but there was weight behind it. "This war started because of me."

He paused slightly. "So I’ll finish it myself."

For a moment, Sianor said nothing. He studied Garion carefully.

Then he gave a small nod. "Very well."

His voice turned firm again. "We will handle the soldiers."

He stepped forward slightly, his presence sharpening. "Make sure you end it quickly."

Dahlia smirked. "Don’t worry."

She lifted her bow again. "We won’t take long."

Clara grinned wider. "Yeah... let’s make it fun."