Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 480: That Potion Smells Illegal

Dahlia looked up at Darius, her brows tightening as she tried to think of her next move.

But the thoughts didn’t come clearly. The demonic flames were still affecting her. "...Tch."

She rubbed her forehead, her expression turning more irritated. "It’s getting worse..."

Her breathing slowed slightly as she tried to steady herself. "I can’t focus properly like this."

Her eyes sharpened again, though the pressure in her head didn’t fade.

For a brief moment, she stayed still. Then she exhaled slowly. "...Looks like I can’t hold back anymore."

Her hand moved toward her spatial ring. She paused. "...Do I really have to use it here?"

Her fingers brushed against the ring, hesitating for a second longer than expected.

Then she clenched her fist. "...Damn it."

Her voice lowered. "To think I’d have to use this now."

Without wasting more time, she reached into the ring and took something out.

A small bottle appeared in her hand.

It was filled with an azure-colored liquid that faintly shimmered even in the chaotic light of the battlefield.

She stared at it for a second. She then tightened her grip.

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Below, Garion noticed it immediately.

The moment Dahlia took the bottle out, a faint smile appeared on his face. "...Looks like this fight isn’t decided yet."

Pelion, who had been watching the battle closely, turned toward him with a slight frown. "...What do you mean?"

He glanced back toward Darius. "Can’t you see it? Darius is dominating the fight."

Garion didn’t argue. He only smiled faintly. "I already said what I said."

Pelion stared at him for a moment, clearly unconvinced.

Then he turned his attention back to the battlefield. His gaze quickly locked onto Dahlia. And then...

He noticed the bottle filled with an unfamiliar azure-colored liquid in her hand.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "...What is that?"

He turned back to Garion. "...That potion..."

His tone shifted, more serious now. "Is that what you’re relying on?"

He raised one hand slightly, as if explaining something obvious. "You do understand what kind of fight this is, right?"

His voice remained calm but firm. "This is a third-realm battle. No potion can change the outcome of something like this."

Garion nodded once. "I know."

His tone stayed relaxed. "Potions normally can’t affect a fight at this level."

He paused briefly. Then his smile widened just a little. "But..."

Pelion’s eyes narrowed further.

Garion continued, almost casually. "I happen to have a very... unusual alchemist in God Gym."

He glanced toward Dahlia again. "...So what you said doesn’t really apply to us."

Pelion’s brows pulled together. "...No way."

He shook his head slightly. "That can’t be true."

Garion let out a quiet laugh. "No need to ask me."

He tilted his head slightly toward the battlefield. "Just watch."

His voice stayed calm. "The result will explain everything."

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On the battlefield, Dahlia opened the bottle and immediately frowned when the smell hit her. "...Damn it."

She pulled the bottle slightly away from her face. "Even though this thing is made from my own dragon parts... why the hell does it smell this bad, Mersha?"

Her expression turned more irritated.

She stared at the liquid for another second, clearly not happy about it. "...This better be worth it."

Without wasting more time, she brought the bottle to her mouth. "...I just hope the taste isn’t worse than the smell."

She drank it in one go.

The moment the liquid went down... Her entire face froze. "...!!"

She immediately covered her mouth with both hands, stopping herself from spitting it out.

Her body tensed as she forced it down. For a few seconds, she didn’t move at all.

Then slowly... She lowered her hands. "...Damn it, Mersha."

Her voice came out strained. "Why does it taste even worse than it smells?"

She exhaled sharply. "...That’s just wrong."

But her expression quickly shifted. Her eyes sharpened. "...Still..."

She clenched her fists. "...The effect..."

A surge of energy rose from within her body. "...This is insane."

In the next second, her aura exploded outward.

A sharp burst of power spread in all directions, instantly wiping away the demonic flames that had been clinging to her body.

Her presence changed completely. The energy around her wasn’t just stronger, but it was overwhelming.

Her power didn’t just double. It multiplied several times over.

At the same time, her dragon form began to change.

Her body grew larger, her frame becoming more imposing while still maintaining a humanoid structure.

The pressure around her was basically intensified.

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Below, Pelion watched the transformation happen in real time.

His expression changed immediately. "...What the hell...?"

His eyes narrowed, clearly trying to understand what he was seeing. "...What just happened?"

He looked back at Garion. "How did her aura increase that much?"

Garion smirked slightly. "...Do you want to know what she just drank?"

Pelion glanced back at Dahlia for a moment, then returned his gaze to Garion. "...Go on."

Garion spread his arms casually. "Of course. I’m a generous person."

He raised one finger slightly. "Listen carefully. The potion she just used..."

He paused briefly. "...is called the [Sky Dragon Transformation Elixir]."

Pelion’s expression tightened. "...Transformation elixir?"

He frowned. "...Don’t tell me..."

Garion nodded. "Exactly what you’re thinking. This potion allows someone to temporarily transform into a Sky Dragon."

He glanced toward Dahlia again. "But here’s the interesting part."

His smile widened slightly. "What happens if the person who drinks it... can already transform into a Sky Dragon?"

Pelion’s expression hardened. "...Then it’s not just a transformation."

He narrowed his eyes. "...It amplifies her existing power."

Garion smirked. "Exactly."

Pelion stared at Dahlia for a moment, then looked back at Garion. "...Where did you even get something like that?"

Garion chuckled lightly. "I told you. We’ve got a really crazy good alchemist."

Pelion frowned slightly. "If you don’t want to tell me, just say so."

He crossed his arms. "No need to make things up."

Garion laughed. "...Believe whatever you want."

He turned his gaze back toward the battlefield. "Let’s just keep watching. The result will speak for itself."