Finding Faults in the Force System Court

"You're courting death!"

Hearing this, the burly man reached out to grab Xu Mu's collar.

Before Xu Mu could react, Xu Ningbing, who had rushed over, pulled him into her embrace from behind.

The other women stepped in front of Xu Mu to shield him.

"Do you know what 'first come, first served' means? If you dare touch a single hair on his head, I'll send you to the afterlife!"

Fu Jinyu stared at the man with a dark and threatening tone.

"Interesting. You dare send me to the afterlife? Do you know who I am? I'm Zhao Kun from the Strength Faction! My grandfather is the Third Elder of the Strength Faction's Council of Elders!"

Zhao Kun looked Fu Jinyu up and down, his eyes glued to her.

Even though part of her face was covered, her figure and curves were absolutely top-notch.

To him, what her face looked like was completely irrelevant now.

Wang Zichong hadn't lied to him after all; attacking that man would indeed draw out beautiful women to help.

He hadn't expected the beauties to be this impressive. As a body cultivator, his favorite thing was clashing with women like this.

At that moment, standing by a window upstairs, Wang Zichong revealed a mocking smile. "The people from the Strength Faction really are brainless."

In a private room on the second floor of another building, a girl around fifteen years old was looking out the window.

She was wearing a light green dress with her hair tied in double buns, looking incredibly cute.

"Senior Sister! That jerk Zhao Kun is bullying people again!"

Sitting around this cute girl were all women.

They all looked very elegant with aloof expressions.

One of them, a woman in a long blue dress, spoke calmly, "Ignore him. Although Zhao Kun is brainless, he knows his limits. Daring to strike here means disrespecting Kunlun Mountain. At most, he'll just make some threats."

Bang!

Just then, a loud tremor echoed from outside.

The woman in the blue dress widened her eyes in disbelief. "This Zhao Kun! He's getting more and more audacious!"

"Senior Sister, it wasn't Zhao Kun unleashing his power. He's the one who got sent flying! That was so satisfying!"

The cute girl said with a laugh.

"What?"

The usually calm woman in the blue dress stood up, full of curiosity, and looked out the window.

It wasn't just them; almost everyone present turned their attention toward the commotion.

Zhao Kun had been kicked flying by Dai Xingluo, crashing heavily onto the street.

The surrounding crowd was in disbelief seeing this. Most of the people present were sect disciples or members of hidden families.

Who didn't know about the Strength Faction, one of the Five Great Sects?

This sect was the most fiercely protective of its own. Let alone a descendant of an elder like Zhao Kun, even if an ordinary disciple was bullied, their master and senior brothers would come to settle the score. Thus, the Strength Faction was extremely united internally.

No one expected that someone would actually dare to attack the Strength Faction here.

This wasn't just disrespecting the Strength Faction; it was disrespecting Kunlun Mountain as well.

"Fuck! You dare hit me!"

Zhao Kun roared in anger as he scrambled up from the ground.

Boom!

He erupted with power, his body enveloped in an earthy yellow glow.

Swoosh!

Like a streak of light, he charged toward Dai Xingluo.

Dai Xingluo met his fist with a kick.

Rumble!

The asphalt road beneath their feet instantly caved in.

Both Dai Xingluo and Zhao Kun were forced back a few steps.

Seeing this, the surrounding crowd was secretly shocked.

"Where exactly is this masked woman from? To be at the Grandmaster realm at such a young age."

"So what if she's a Grandmaster? Offending the Strength Faction means she'll be taught a lesson sooner or later."

...

"Fuck!"

Zhao Kun cursed angrily. He thought he could crush her with his cultivation realm, but he didn't expect to meet his match here.

Although he wasn't top-tier within his sect, as an early-stage Grandmaster, he could at least secure an elder position in other sects.

He never imagined this woman's strength would be on par with his.

"Brat! Come out if you have the guts! Fight me one-on-one!"

Zhao Kun pointed at Xu Mu and growled, "What kind of man hides behind a bunch of women?"

"I have my senior sisters to back me up. Why should I fight you one-on-one?"

Xu Mu said with a smile.

"Then I'll destroy your senior sister!"

Zhao Kun unleashed his power again. He had barely taken two steps forward when Dai Xingluo, holding a longsword, flashed past his side.

Slash!

Blood suddenly sprayed from Zhao Kun's left leg. With a thud, he fell to the ground, sliding for five or six meters before coming to a stop.

"You just have brute strength, that's all."

Dai Xingluo sheathed her sword, her tone flat.

"Ah! My leg!"

Zhao Kun clutched his knee, howling in agony on the ground.

Xu Mu shook his head slightly. This Zhao Kun was a textbook second-generation rich kid.

He had probably been forcibly elevated to the Grandmaster level using rare heavenly treasures, but his combat skills hadn't kept up, leaving him with empty cultivation.

Against those of a lower realm, he could naturally crush them.

But against someone on the same level, he was nothing but a punching bag.

The surrounding onlookers were all stunned.

They didn't expect this woman to still dare draw blood from Zhao Kun even after hearing the name of the Strength Faction.

This was simply completely ignoring their authority.

"Just you wait! You just wait!"

Zhao Kun pulled out his phone and started calling for backup.

Xu Mu didn't pay it any mind and instead walked toward the stall from earlier. "Boss, you should finish making our grilled squid first."

"Uh... okay."

The stall owner finally snapped out of his daze. As he cooked, he whispered, "Handsome, I suggest you guys run quickly. He's from the Strength Faction."

"Oh? You know about them too, Boss?"

Xu Mu asked with a smile.

"Of course. I've been working here for over ten years, what don't I know? This sect is extremely protective of its own. They will definitely come looking for trouble."

The boss said quietly.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Xu Mu smiled and waved it off.

In the original plot, the Strength Faction had also been described.

Compared to other sects, this sect didn't have as many scheming tricks.

They didn't play dirty politics and usually resolved issues through duels, even going as far as finding disciples of a similar level to fight.

Everyone on Xu Mu's side was capable of fighting above their level.

The group of them each held a skewer of grilled squid and continued strolling around.

The watching crowd was completely dumbfounded. After offending the Strength Faction, instead of running away, they were leisurely taking a walk.

Just who were these people? Were they really not afraid of those muscular men coming to cause trouble?

Meanwhile, on the second floor of a building, Wu Tian stood outside, looking down at Xu Mu.

He shook his head slightly. "He really is showing off too much. People like that are destined to have short lives."

...

Xu Mu and the others didn't eat a main meal; they were full just from eating street snacks.

Just as they were about to head back, a group of people blocked their path.

They were all burly and muscular, every inch of their bodies radiating power.

"Fourth Senior Brother! That's them!"

Zhao Kun pointed at Xu Mu and the others.

Seeing this, the surrounding crowd immediately gathered around. There was going to be a good show to watch now.

"It's actually Huang Dazhuang from the Strength Faction. They're doomed."

"Huang Dazhuang achieved excellent results in the last Martial Arts Tournament. His Iron Armor Skill is phenomenal."

"Yeah, another five years have passed. Who knows what level he's reached now."

...

Huang Dazhuang was a dark-skinned, lean and muscular man in his early thirties.

His hair was remarkably smooth and parted to the side.

He wore a gray martial arts uniform with the character for 'Strength' on the back.

"Who injured my junior brother just now? Step forward!"

Huang Dazhuang demanded, his arms crossed and his expression dark.