Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 656: Pirates Died Angry

Inside the Drakhor Race’s war hall, many powerful warriors frowned at the same time.

The ancient Drakhor tongue was not some language they used casually.

It was old.

Most Drakhor only used it during war chants, bloodline prayers, ancestor ceremonies, or before a great battle to honor Drakhar.

No one used it in the middle of a fight.

Especially not while surrounded by enemy ships and livestreaming across the entire Astral Cosmic Civilization.

One Drakhor warrior narrowed his eyes. "Why is that kid speaking the ancient tongue now?"

Another frowned. "Is he praying to Drakhar?"

The massive elder did not answer.

His eyes remained locked on Rovak.

For some reason, the blood inside his body was starting to stir.

On the livestream, Rovak floated in the middle of burning wreckage and drifting blood.

The pirate fleet had already surrounded him from every direction, but Rovak did not look worried at all.

Instead, his grin became wider.

Then his deep voice thundered through open space.

"DRAHM KHAR!"

The moment those words came out, the Drakhor warriors watching from the war hall stiffened.

"GOR VRAK..."

The elder slowly stood up.

His dark-red eyes widened.

Rovak raised his head, and his aura exploded.

"ROVRAKAR!"

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

A massive pillar of dark-red bloodlight erupted from Rovak’s body.

The livestream cameras shook violently as cosmic bloodlight swallowed the battlefield.

Inside the silver ship, Alira quickly stabilized the feed. "Damn it, Rovak! At least warn me before exploding!"

But she did not cut the recording.

Instead, she pushed every camera closer.

Across the Astral Cosmic Civilization, countless viewers watched as Rovak’s body began changing.

His already massive frame grew larger and denser.

His horns became thicker, curving backward like the horns of an ancient war beast.

Dark cracks spread across his skin, leaking blood-red light like burning magma.

His muscles looked like they had been forged from black-red cosmic stone, and his hands became larger, heavier, and more monstrous.

He did not look like someone wearing armor.

He looked like a humanoid monster born from blood and war.

Inside the Drakhor war hall, all the elders fell silent.

None of them knew about this ability.

One elder frowned deeply and muttered, "That form... why does it feel familiar for some reason?"

Then Rovak opened his mouth.

ROOOOOOOAAAAAR!

The roar shook the battlefield.

In the next instant, all the blood floating in open space suddenly trembled.

Every drop turned into dark-red mist and rushed back toward Rovak’s body, healing his wounds in an instant.

At the same time, inside the pirate ships, the pirates suddenly screamed in anger.

They did not understand why.

Their fear was still there, but it was being twisted, stirred, and burned into rage.

Their hands tightened around their weapons. Their eyes turned bloodshot. Their breathing became rough.

Some pirates who had wanted to retreat suddenly turned back toward Rovak.

Others slammed their fists into their control panels and roared like mad beasts.

"Kill him!"

"Fire everything!"

"Don’t let that monster look down on us!"

Even Varkas’s face turned pale as he tried to endure the roar’s effect.

He could feel it.

Something was crawling through his blood, pulling out his anger, crushing his fear, and forcing his battle instinct to explode.

But in the next second, his control snapped.

Varkas roared in fury. "Damn you, monster! What the hell are you doing to me?! I’m going to kill you!"

Rovak grinned when he saw them lose control.

Then he moved.

He shot forward like a dark-red meteor and crashed into the nearest pirate ship.

His fist smashed through the barrier.

BAAAAAANG!

The entire ship exploded.

Rovak roared again, and the blood from the dead pirates turned into mist, feeding him even more.

Then he charged toward the next ship.

The same thing repeated again.

But with each attempt, his speed became faster, his strength became heavier, and his aura became more savage.

Quickly, the pirate fleet collapsed into chaos.

But it was not chaos born from fear.

It was chaos born from agitation, rage, and bloodlust.

No matter what happened, the pirates kept attacking Rovak like their minds had been set on fire.

Even when their ships were destroyed, even when their formation broke apart, even when death was right in front of them, they still fired, roared, and charged.

And through it all, Rovak laughed like a war beast born for slaughter.

"Hahaha! Good! Fight harder! Bleed more!"

Inside the livestream, the comment section could no longer keep up.

[What the hell is that form?!]

[Is that really Rovak?!]

[God Gym’s hidden ultimate training created this?!]

[Hey, pirates, what the hell are you doing? Why aren’t you escaping?!]

[They’re not running... they’re getting angrier!]

[His roar is messing with their minds!]

Inside the Drakhor Race’s war hall, the elder stared at the screen with burning eyes.

The entire hall had gone silent.

A few moments ago, these rough Drakhor warriors had been laughing and cheering like madmen. But now, no one spoke.

Another elder, even larger and covered in old battle scars, finally growled, "What the hell are those abilities?"

Several warriors looked at him.

The first elder did not answer right away. His eyes stayed fixed on Rovak’s monstrous form on the livestream. "I don’t know."

The moment those words came out, the hall became heavier.

For a Drakhor elder to not understand a Drakhor warrior’s power was not a small matter.

The scarred elder frowned deeply. "That roar, that healing, that battle growth... it feels like our bloodline, but it is not normal bloodline awakening."

Another warrior clenched his fists. "It must be connected to that God Gym."

The first elder’s eyes narrowed. "Then we go there."

The scarred elder grinned, showing sharp teeth. "Good. Search for their location."

The elder’s voice became rough and excited. "I want to see what kind of place created this monster."

Meanwhile, Elisa and Slifera stared at the screen in stunned silence.

Slifera’s mouth twitched. "We’re going to meet Garion... now."

Elisa nodded, her silver eyes serious. "Yeah. We need to ask him what the hell happened to Rovak."