Chapter 2900 — You Hit the Wrong Leg
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"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.