Might Makes Right

Seeing this, Dai Xingluo turned to Xu Mu and asked, "Brother, did I get you into trouble?"

"Not really. You did all that just now for my sake. If I thought you were going too far, I would have stepped in to stop you," Xu Mu said softly to Dai Xingluo.

[Affection +10]

Dai Xingluo smiled, not forgetting to glance at Meng Wanyue beside her.

Meng Wanyue's expression remained unchanged. Regarding such matters, she would never take a page from Dai Xingluo's book.

Her creed was simple: everything revolved around Xu Mu. Unless Xu Mu gave an order, she would not make a move.

Xu Mu stepped forward and took the initiative to say, "The Strength Court is one of the Five Great Sects. I believe you are reasonable people. This guy deliberately cut in line, cursed at me, and ultimately proved inferior in skill. If I were him, I would have run away in shame long ago."

"Bullshit! Who said I cut in line? I clearly got here before you!" Zhao Kun roared, pointing at Xu Mu.

Huang Dazhuang raised his hand, signaling Zhao Kun to shut up. "Our Strength Court values fairness the most. My junior brother cursed at you, and you can curse back at him several times over now. But for the injury on my junior brother's leg, I will also return it several times over."

Hearing this, Zhao Kun revealed a cold sneer. "That's right! I am a seeded contestant in this Martial Champion Tournament. You injured my leg, causing me to miss out on heavenly treasures. Can you afford to compensate me?"

"I was the one who injured him. If you have the ability, come and return it!" Dai Xingluo proactively took a step forward.

But Xu Mu grabbed Dai Xingluo's shoulder. He smiled and said, "I remember the Strength Court has a rule: whoever has the bigger fist makes the rules."

Hearing this, the surrounding onlookers all gasped in surprise, not expecting this group of people to dare provoke them in public.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ningbing asked Tong Guoguo beside her in a low voice, "Guoguo, what kind of rule is this?"

"The Strength Court's philosophy is that everything is dictated by strength. For example, if we have a disagreement, we fight. Unless one side admits defeat, it's a battle of life and death. Whoever wins is right."

Tong Guoguo explained softly, "However, this battle has a requirement: you cannot burst forth with Qi."

"Cannot use Qi?"

"It's not that you can't use it, but you can't let it burst out. That means you can only use up to the peak of hidden energy, but you cannot manifest astral Qi."

Tong Guoguo elaborated, "It's a pure contest of physical constitution."

From the very beginning, when she knew the other party was from the Strength Court, she hadn't felt the slightest bit nervous.

No one knew better than her just how formidable Xu Mu's physique was.

The Strength Court often used this rule to coerce other sects because they knew that in a fight relying purely on physical constitution, almost no sect could contend with them.

But when facing Xu Mu, this trick wouldn't work.

"Interesting! In all my years, this is the first time I've encountered someone actively asking to play this game with our Strength Court."

Huang Dazhuang grinned.

Not just him, but the other Strength Court members around them all followed suit with mocking laughter.

The person before them simply didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, actually wanting to compete in physical constitution against the Strength Court.

Especially challenging Huang Dazhuang, who possessed a top-tier Iron Armor Art. Wasn't this courting death?

"Boy! I'll accept on behalf of my Fourth Senior Brother. Speak! What are the stakes?"

Zhao Kun clamored, pointing at Xu Mu.

"If we win, you kneel and apologize to us, and you compensate for the damaged pavement on the street just now."

Xu Mu didn't want to make things too tense with the Strength Court.

In the storyline, this sect of theirs was overall quite decent.

"Alright! If you lose, give me the woman who hit me just now," Zhao Kun chuckled sinisterly.

"That won't do. My senior sister is an independent person; I don't have that much authority over her."

Even though Xu Mu knew he would win, he couldn't bring himself to use Dai Xingluo as a wager.

Huang Dazhuang glanced at Zhao Kun and said indifferently, "This little brother hasn't made things too difficult; don't push your luck."

"Yes." Zhao Kun shrank his neck and stepped back.

"If we win, you can just use any grade-eight heavenly treasure to compensate for my junior brother's injuries," Huang Dazhuang said, looking at Xu Mu.

Hearing this, Zhao Kun immediately beamed with joy.

The injury on his leg wasn't serious at all, plus their sect possessed very potent healing pills.

It could be said that he was getting a grade-eight heavenly treasure for free this time.

"Alright, I agree." Xu Mu nodded. "Where do we fight?"

Through his perception, he could clearly detect that Wang Hun was watching him from a distance.

He definitely wouldn't wander far from Kunlun Mountain.

Given Wang Hun's character, he would certainly attack him in a deserted place.

"The Kunlun Mountain Martial Arts Arena," Huang Dazhuang said flatly.

"Okay, let's head over there right now."

Xu Mu nodded. Being inside Kunlun Mountain was perfect. No matter how formidable Wang Hun was, he wouldn't dare cause trouble inside Kunlun Mountain.

Thus, this large group of people marched grandly toward the entrance of the Kunlun Mountain ruins.

At the guard post in front of the sect's main gate, Huang Dazhuang explained the situation. As a top expert of the younger generation from one of the Five Great Sects, he naturally possessed privileges.

Not to mention, they were only temporarily using the formation gladiator arena.

As for Xu Mu and the others, they each pressed their fingerprints to identify themselves.

The shared resource database of the Environmental Protection Department contained the information of all ordinary people, as well as the data of many other ancient martial artists.

For example, Meng Wanyue, originally a foreign assassin, had no identity in the Dragon Kingdom.

But last time, under Jiang Huihui's guidance, she specifically went to the Environmental Protection Department to record her information.

Dai Xingluo's information still showed her as a member of the Dai family, with no records regarding the Heavenly Sword Sect.

As for Tong Guoguo, Wang Hun had long arranged a fake identity for her to facilitate her missions.

Xu Mu, Xu Ningbing, Meng Wanyue, Dai Xingluo, and Tong Guoguo all passed smoothly.

Finally, Fu Jinyu also just obtained a temporary pass.

The group of them entered without a hitch.

Led by a middle-aged man, the group proceeded into the ruins.

Stepping into Kunlun Mountain, the world before their eyes was like a fairy palace from a dream.

Even though it was night, the lines drawn by the surrounding formations flickered with a faint light on the mountaintop palaces, gentler and brighter than LED lights.

Fu Jinyu looked around. She had wanted to visit Kunlun Mountain for a long time, and she didn't expect to get her wish today.

She had to admit, it was indeed worthy of being a top sect in the Dragon Kingdom; it looked extraordinary.

It was far beyond what their Heavenly Demon Tribe could compare to.

Xu Ningbing, Meng Wanyue, Dai Xingluo, and the others were also amazed by the surrounding architecture.

Tong Guoguo, however, remained calm. The location for the Martial Champion Tournament was chosen by drawing lots, and she had previously visited Kunlun Mountain with Wang Hun.

Under the guidance of the middle-aged man, they arrived in front of a building.

The building's design was similar to a Taoist temple, and the words Gladiator Arena No. 103 were written on the main door.

"Come in." The middle-aged man opened the door and walked in first.

Zhao Kun sneered at Xu Mu, "Get the grade-eight heavenly treasure ready, and don't play any tricks with me."

Xu Mu smiled and shrugged, "I hope you can keep your promise too."

As they spoke, everyone entered the building.

...

Meanwhile.

Outside the main gate of Kunlun Mountain, a group of women approached the middle-aged man on duty.

Among them was a girl of about fifteen in a green dress, holding a token in her hand.

"We are from the Cold Immortal Sect, and we want to go inside to watch the spectacle."

The middle-aged man looked up and immediately noticed a woman wearing a long blue dress.

She possessed an aloof and ethereal aura, like a green lotus rising pristine and unblemished from the mud.

"Ah, so it is Fairy Qingyuan."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Please come in. However, it is getting late, so I hope you will not venture too deep."

"I know."

The woman nodded gently.