Chapter 2900 — You Hit the Wrong Leg

"I'll hit you, sure, but Miss Chen, could you actually break it? You've been at it so long my leg's gone all swollen, and it still isn't broken!" Zhao Qibing said with a pained grimace.

"Oh, right, I forgot!" Shen Yushu suddenly smacked her own forehead, a look of realization dawning. "Before Brother Jian left, he told me I had to use the black iron refined-steel rod Zhong Yongliang left behind. That stick of yours isn't the black iron refined-steel rod!"

"What? Then why didn't you say so earlier!" Zhao Qibing was rendered speechless. He knew about Zhong Yongliang's black iron refined-steel rod too—it could pierce through the true qi barriers of any cultivator below the heaven rank. When Shen Yushu struck him a moment ago, he hadn't been using his true qi barrier at first, but once the pain hit, he'd instinctively raised it. That was why her blow had brought him nothing but pain, without any real injury.

But the black iron refined-steel rod was different. It could break through the true qi barrier around Zhao Qibing's body, which meant the full force of the rod's impact would land squarely on him—and the damage it caused would naturally be severe!

Still, hearing Shen Yushu mention that Wei Zhao had instructed her to use the black iron refined-steel rod, Zhao Qibing was now about seventy or eighty percent convinced. Before, he'd assumed she was just making things up to mess with him, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

"Your own iron rod is no good, and you blame me for not saying so earlier? Say one more word and I won't hit you at all," Shen Yushu said angrily.

"No, no, please don't—hit me, I'm begging you!" Zhao Qibing paled in alarm and hurriedly pleaded. "Shall we go to your place right now?"

"Oh, well, since you're so earnest about getting your leg broken, let's go then," Shen Yushu said with a nod.

Gu Mengyao, standing off to the side, was rather puzzled, wondering when Wei Zhao had ever taught Xiaoshu the secret to breaking someone's leg. Most likely Shen Yushu was just spinning nonsense, getting ready to toy with Zhao Qibing. And really, it made sense—with Wei Zhao away, they'd been keeping a low profile every day to avoid unnecessary trouble, going to school and coming home and nowhere else, their lives monotonous and dull. Now that Zhao Qibing had delivered himself to their door, if Shen Yushu didn't take the chance to give him a hard time, she wouldn't be Shen Yushu.

"Good, good, then let's go!" Zhao Qibing's leg hurt fast and healed fast—it was nothing but a bruise, after all, and he could bear it.

Zhao Qibing had Zhu Bo drive, following Gu Mengyao and Han Jingyi's BMW X5M all the way to the villa where Gu Mengyao lived.

"Can we do it now?" Zhao Qibing had barely gotten out of the car before he grew impatient. His training in the Thousand Legs had been stuck on the matter of breaking his leg, and he'd been waiting for an opportunity all this time. Now that the chance had come, he naturally couldn't let it slip by.

"It's already six in the evening. I need to eat. You may not be hungry, but I am. Oh, right, I haven't eaten yet—I need to go out and get something to eat first," Shen Yushu said suddenly once they were home.

"What? You still want to eat!" Zhao Qibing looked utterly exasperated. "What do you want to eat? I'll have Zhu Bo go buy it for you?"

"Oh, that works too. I want the malatang and grilled squid from Commercial Street. Have him get me two bowls of malatang and ten skewers of grilled squid," Shen Yushu said. She'd been longing to eat there for ages, but with Wei Zhao away, she'd been afraid of stirring up trouble if she went out, so she'd held off all this time.

But now that she had Zhao Qibing as free labor, of course she wasn't going to be polite.

"Oh, sure. Zhu Bo, go on," Zhao Qibing said to Zhu Bo. Never mind cheap snacks like that—even if Shen Yushu wanted a lavish feast, he'd have gone to buy it. Who told him to be so desperate to break his leg?

"Yes, Young Master Bing," Zhu Bo said, and after receiving his orders, drove off to buy the snacks.

As for Zhao Qibing, he said, "Miss Chen, can we do it now?"

"Fine, let's begin then!" Shen Yushu fetched the black iron refined-steel rod, raised it, and aimed at Zhao Qibing's leg. "I'm about to hit you—relax, it's fine even if you use your true qi barrier!"

"Mm, I know." To be honest, Zhao Qibing was rather coveting the black iron refined-steel rod in Shen Yushu's hands. This was a fine piece of equipment—if he could get his hands on it, he wouldn't need to find Wei Zhao to break his leg in the future; he could just have someone else do it for him.

But that was only idle thinking. He wouldn't dare snatch something of Wei Zhao's—wasn't that asking for death? If he brought huge trouble down on the hidden Zhao family, that wasn't something Zhao Qibing could bear.

"Bang!"

Shen Yushu brought the rod down, striking squarely on Zhao Qibing's right leg!

"Awooo—"

Zhao Qibing let out a miserable howl. This time he did hear a crisp "crack," and he thought the leg was broken at last—the pain would have been worth it. But when he lifted his leg and looked closely, the right leg wasn't broken at all; the bone was merely fractured!

"Hey, Shen Yushu, what are you doing? It's not broken—it's just fractured! Do you even know how to hit?!" Zhao Qibing was starting to lose his temper. A fracture and a break were not the same thing; a fracture was useless to him!

"If I don't know how, do you? Why are you so full of complaints?" Shen Yushu was rather displeased. "Are you still doing this or not? If not, I'm going to eat!"

"I am, but you have to do it properly!" Zhao Qibing didn't dare refuse. He could only grit his teeth and say, "Hit me again!"

"Fine, you're nothing but trouble!" Shen Yushu swung the black iron refined-steel rod and brought it down on Zhao Qibing's left leg!

"Bang!"

"Crack!" Another crisp sound, and Zhao Qibing dropped straight to his knees! His right leg had just been fractured, so he didn't dare put weight on it; only his left leg was holding him up. But Zhao Qibing had assumed Shen Yushu would surely strike the right leg again—who'd have thought she'd bring the rod down on his left leg instead.

"Awooo—" Zhao Qibing let out another miserable howl, and finally flew into a rage. "Shen Yushu, do you even know how to hit? The right leg! The right leg! Not the left—you hit the wrong one!"

"The wrong one? Is that so?" Shen Yushu looked at Zhao Qibing in confusion. "No, it's not wrong. Doesn't this make a matching set? Both left and right are fractured now. No problem at all!"

"Fractured my ass—what I want is a break, not a fracture! This is a terrible job. When Wei Zhao hits, it breaks in one blow. Your skill level just isn't up to it!" Zhao Qibing was furious, but he didn't dare vent too much of it.

"Fractured your ass, is it? You dare say my skill level isn't up to it?" Shen Yushu flew into a towering rage, swung up the black iron refined-steel rod, and brought it straight down on Zhao Qibing's head. "I'll fracture your head!"

"Bang!"

"Awooo—" Zhao Qibing let out his third agonized howl, but this time, right after crying out, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, out cold! His head had been split open too, blood streaming down his forehead—a truly horrifying sight.