Chapter 392: The Return of the Thunder

The Return of the Thunder

Only constant improvement mattered.

The person in charge of instructing them was none other than Shera, the former head of the D’Aurelius family’s security brigade.

After several months in Kimora, he had become even more robust, his muscular frame radiating explosive strength.

His once stern presence had grown even sharper.

His black eyes were as cold as drawn blades.

Every movement demonstrated tremendous power refined through countless battles.

The young men he trained were equally fierce.

Their physiques had transformed dramatically through relentless cultivation.

Their determined expressions made it easy to believe they could wrestle wild beasts with their bare hands.

These people were all Old Martial Arts cultivators.

And what they were practicing was the Thunder Mammoth War Technique that Shera had obtained earlier.

Unlike many ancient inheritances, this cultivation technique demanded no extraordinary talent.

No exceptional bloodline.

No rare physique.

Its requirements were simple.

Be ruthless.

Work harder than everyone else.

Never fear death.

Anyone capable of enduring those conditions would eventually gain remarkable strength.

Shera carefully corrected each disciple’s stance, occasionally demonstrating techniques himself.

Every correction was concise.

Every movement was precise.

Just as Shera was directing them.

The training grounds echoed with synchronized shouts as dozens of cultivators repeatedly executed the same movements beneath the blazing afternoon sun. Dust rose with every powerful step, hanging in the dry air before slowly drifting away on the warm breeze.

Each strike carried weight.

Each stance reflected months of relentless discipline.

Shera walked calmly between the rows of trainees with his hands behind his back. His sharp black eyes swept across every movement, missing nothing.

"Lower your center of gravity."

"Your breathing is uneven."

"Again."

His voice wasn’t loud, yet every trainee heard it clearly.

No one dared slack off.

Ever since arriving in Kimora, Shera had transformed this martial arts hall into a true furnace of cultivation.

Pain was ordinary.

Sweat was expected.

Only those who persevered could remain.

The disciples practicing before him had once been ordinary security personnel and miners. Now, after months of cultivating the Thunder Mammoth War Technique, every one of them possessed astonishing physiques. Thick muscles rippled beneath sweat-soaked shirts, and their eyes radiated fierce determination.

The Thunder Mammoth War Technique demanded neither extraordinary talent nor noble bloodlines.

It rewarded only resolve.

Those willing to bleed for strength would inevitably harvest its rewards.

Shera watched another round of training finish before giving a slight nod of approval.

They still had a long road ahead...

But they were no longer the inexperienced recruits who had first arrived.

Just as Shera was directing them.

A subordinate hurried over while holding a phone.

"President Shera, the patriarch is calling."

"The patriarch?"

Shera’s expression changed slightly.

Without another word, he accepted the phone with both hands.

Although thousands of kilometers separated him from home, his respect for the D’Aurelius patriarch had never diminished.

He immediately answered with a respectful voice.

"Patriarch, this is Shera."

A burst of hearty laughter soon came from the other side.

"How’s it going over there, Xiao He?"

The familiar voice instantly softened Shera’s stern expression.

He unconsciously smiled.

"Everything is progressing smoothly, Patriarch."

"The training base has expanded twice."

"The disciples are improving every day."

"I’ve selected several promising youngsters with excellent determination. Although their cultivation isn’t high yet, they have outstanding potential."

The elderly man laughed warmly.

"Hahaha... I knew I could trust you."

"You’ve always been dependable."

Shera lowered his head slightly.

"You’re too kind, Patriarch. Everything I’ve achieved was possible because the D’Aurelius family gave me this opportunity."

"You still haven’t changed."

The old man chuckled.

"Always so modest."

A brief silence followed before his voice became gentler.

"How have you been personally?"

"Have you been eating properly?"

"Don’t spend every waking hour training others. You need to cultivate yourself as well."

Hearing those caring words, Shera felt warmth spread through his heart.

The patriarch had always treated loyal subordinates like family.

Even from across continents, the first concern wasn’t work.

It was his well-being.

"I’m doing well."

"I’ve made steady progress in my own cultivation."

"The Thunder Mammoth War Technique has benefited me greatly."

"I won’t disappoint you."

"Good."

The old man’s voice carried obvious satisfaction.

"I’ve heard plenty of good reports about you."

"The company there has also become much more stable under your management."

Shera answered honestly.

"Everyone here works hard."

"The brothers deserve the credit as much as I do."

The old man laughed again.

"Still refusing to take credit."

"I expected nothing less from you."

Only after the warm exchange did the atmosphere gradually become more serious.

Shera instinctively straightened his posture.

He knew...

Whenever the patriarch’s tone changed, something important had happened.

Without any unnecessary preamble, the old man finally spoke.

"Things have been a bit unsettled in Valemont lately."

"If possible, come back."

Shera didn’t immediately ask what had happened.

Years of serving the D’Aurelius family had taught him one principle.

When the patriarch personally called...

The matter was already serious.

No explanation was necessary.

He answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Understood."

There was no reluctance.

No questions.

Only absolute trust.

The patriarch remained silent for a moment before speaking once more.

"I know you’ve worked hard over there."

"But right now..."

"The family needs you."

Shera’s eyes became even more resolute.

"My life belongs to the D’Aurelius family."

"I’ll depart immediately."

"Good."

The old man sounded relieved.

"Travel safely."

"We’ll talk after you arrive."

"Yes, Patriarch."

The call ended.

Shera slowly lowered the phone.

For several seconds, he stood quietly without speaking.

The disciples continued training nearby, completely unaware that an important change had just occurred.

Shera looked across the training grounds.

Months of effort...

Months of discipline...

Everything had finally begun bearing fruit.

Yet duty came first.

He turned toward the assembled cultivators.

"Training ends here."

His calm voice immediately silenced the entire field.

Everyone straightened instinctively.

"I have urgent business back in Valemont."

"I’m selecting twenty-four people."

"The rest will continue training according to the schedule."

No one questioned his decision.

Within minutes, Shera carefully chose twenty-four of the strongest and most disciplined cultivators.