Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 415: Even Generals Say Too Risky

Two days later, the faction Darius had been waiting for finally arrived.

The main gate of the Draconia Clan opened slowly. Guards stepped aside as a tall man walked forward with steady steps.

Behind him followed a massive bird.

Its wings were folded, but black flames burned quietly across its feathers without spreading.

The assistant who had delivered the message stood near the entrance hall and gave a stiff bow.

"Patriarch has been expecting you."

The man smiled casually. "Good. Show me the way." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

His tone was relaxed, almost friendly.

The giant bird let out a low cry. Dark fire flickered briefly across its body before settling again.

Several Draconia guards tightened their grip on their weapons but did not move.

Soon, they reached Darius’s private hall.

The doors opened.

Darius stood at the center of the room, hands behind his back.

His gaze landed on the man immediately. His eyes then shifted to the burning bird.

He frowned slightly.

"You," he said flatly. "Are you from that group?"

The man stepped forward confidently.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said with a small bow. "I am Pelion, Chimera General of the Black Chimeras."

The black-flamed bird shifted beside him, its eyes glowing faintly.

Darius’s expression darkened.

"I have given your faction many dragons," he said coldly.

His voice sharpened slightly. "Not only have you made me wait for a year... but why is the Chimera Lord not here?"

Pelion smiled wider, though his eyes did not soften.

"Please, Lord Darius," he said calmly. "The Chimera Lord does not have time for every partner."

The word "partner" hung in the air.

Pelion continued casually, "Remember, it is because of the dragons that you were able to establish connections with us."

Darius’s brows lowered. "What do you mean by that?"

A faint red dragon aura began to rise from his body. The temperature in the hall increased instantly.

The stone floor under his feet cracked slightly as he activated [Dragon Sovereign Aura].

Guards outside the hall felt the pressure and stepped back instinctively.

Pelion did not move; instead, he smiled.

Then his body emitted a dark, heavy aura. Corrupted mana swirled around him as the black-flamed bird spread its wings slightly.

A pulse of power exploded outward.

The moment their auras clashed, the hall trembled.

Darius’s eyes narrowed sharply. "How can this be?"

The pressure from Pelion did not retreat.

"How are you this strong?"

Pelion tilted his head slightly, still smiling. "Because you know nothing about us, Lord Darius."

Behind him, the bird let out a sharp cry as black flames flared higher.

Pelion’s voice lowered slightly. "And if you think I am impressive..."

He stepped forward half a step. "Then you truly do not understand the Chimera Lord."

His eyes sharpened. "He is far stronger than me."

The black flames around his bird flared slightly, then calmed.

Pelion tilted his head. "Now... shall we continue? Why did you call me here, Lord Darius?"

The dragon aura in the hall slowly faded as Darius pulled his power back. He did not like what he had just felt.

Just how far had his clan fallen... that even a Chimera General could stand evenly against him?

He kept his expression steady. "I did not summon you here to compare strength."

Pelion smiled faintly. "Good. That would be a waste of time."

Darius’s eyes hardened. "Then listen carefully."

He walked back toward the center of the hall, hands behind his back again. "I want you to do one thing for me."

Pelion folded his arms casually. "And that is?"

Darius looked straight at him. "Destroy God Gym."

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere changed.

Pelion’s smile disappeared.

His brows furrowed.

Darius noticed it immediately.

"You’re surprised?" Darius asked coldly.

Pelion did not answer right away. He glanced briefly at his black-flamed bird, then back at Darius.

"Lord Darius," he said slowly, "about that... it will be difficult."

Darius’s eyes narrowed.

"Difficult?"

"Yes."

Pelion stepped slightly to the side, his boots scraping lightly against the stone floor. "God Gym is not as simple as you think."

Darius’s jaw tightened.

Pelion continued calmly, "Even their core disciples... possess strength comparable to Chimera Commanders."

Darius frowned. "Explain."

"Chimera Commanders are all at Domain Realm," Pelion said plainly. "Every single one."

He pointed lightly to himself. "And their core disciples, even those who barely use traditional mana, can match that level in pure combat strength."

Darius’s fingers twitched slightly. "That is impossible."

Pelion shook his head. "It is not."

He looked directly into Darius’s eyes. "If you are asking us to destroy God Gym outright... we cannot."

Darius’s voice rose slightly. "I have given you many dragons."

His hand slammed lightly against the table, cracks forming again. "Why can’t you do it?"

Pelion did not flinch.

"I will say it one more time," he replied evenly. "They are not simple."

The black flames around his bird flickered again.

"Fighting them head-on would not be a clean operation. It would be very costly."

Darius clenched his jaw. "Then what use are you?"

Pelion’s expression sharpened slightly. "We are not your soldiers."

The hall fell silent.

Pelion took a step closer. "And why are you so fixated on them?"

His voice lost its casual tone. It became more direct.

"As far as I know, God Gym does not have bad blood with you. They have not attacked you or provoked you publicly."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "So what exactly is your problem with them?"

The hall went quiet.

Darius did not answer immediately.

His jaw tightened.

For a brief second, something passed through his eyes, which was anger, pride, or something deeper.

"Their direct disciple," Darius said slowly, "is Dahlia Draconia."

Pelion blinked once.

As a Grand Faction, the Black Chimeras kept records on other major powers.

And Draconia’s internal scandal had once been loud enough to spread across the upper circles.

The death of a genius mother thanks to an internal power struggle and the genius who disappeared.

Pelion let out a slow breath. "I see."

He looked around the hall once more before returning his gaze to Darius. "No wonder."

Darius’s expression darkened.

"This is not a personal matter," he said firmly.

Pelion’s lips curved slightly. "Of course."

But his tone clearly suggested otherwise.