Then Tai Lung arrived.
His steps were slow, deliberate, echoing through the valley like the footsteps of fate itself. The moment he stepped into view, the air grew colder, heavier. His eyes scanned the landscape with a smirk of quiet arrogance, the confidence of a warrior who had never lost a battle.
Po swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves. I have to do this… I'm the Dragon Warrior… I have to—
Before he could finish the thought, Tai Lung moved.
He was a blur, faster than Po had anticipated. The first strike barely missed him, Po barely managing to sidestep. The second one clipped his shoulder, and the third—
Po was airborne.
The impact sent him tumbling backward, rolling across the dirt before he came to a stop, groaning in pain. He pushed himself up, shaking his head, his vision spinning. Stay on your feet, stay on your feet.
Tai Lung didn't give him time to recover. He was on Po in an instant, his attacks fluid, merciless. Po tried to counter, using his unusual style to evade, but Tai Lung adapted. Every attack was anticipated, every movement dissected, every ounce of Po's strength turned against him.
A powerful kick landed against Po's stomach, sending him crashing into a stone pillar. He gasped, pain flaring through his body as he struggled to stand. His breathing was ragged, his limbs heavy.
Tai Lung walked forward, unbothered, his expression amused. "This is the Dragon Warrior?" he scoffed. "Pathetic."
Po swung wildly, desperate to land a hit, but Tai Lung sidestepped effortlessly, catching Po's arm and twisting it behind his back. The pain was sharp, immediate. Po cried out, but Tai Lung didn't let go.
"You were never meant to have this power," Tai Lung hissed into his ear. "And now, I'll take it for myself."
With one fluid motion, Tai Lung hurled Po to the ground. The panda groaned, his vision fading, his body refusing to move. The battle was over.
Tai Lung had won.
Before Tai Lung could deliver the final blow, a gust of wind howled through the valley. A powerful presence descended upon them—Maximilian.
His wings spread wide, his golden eyes burning with intensity, his aura crackling with untamed power. He had watched, waited. He had seen enough.
Tai Lung released Po, turning to face the new challenger. "And who might you be?" he mused, studying Maximilian's stance.
Maximilian said nothing. He simply stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Your worst nightmare."
The fight erupted with violent force. Tai Lung lunged first, but this time, he wasn't fighting a lesser warrior—he was fighting something beyond his comprehension.
Maximilian was stronger. Every strike carried an earth-shattering force. When Tai Lung struck, Maximilian barely moved. The air vibrated with every impact. He was faster, his reflexes honed to near perfection, his body adapting with every second.
Tai Lungs hair stood up, his instincts telling him if he got hit by one of my blows that would be it for him.
Tai Lung, however, had experience. He adjusted, shifting his approach, targeting Maximilian's weak points, aiming for precision strikes. But Maximilian had trained for this. He countered every move with growing efficiency, his movements becoming more fluid, more refined.
Tai Lung leapt into the air, twisting into a spinning kick, but Maximilian caught his leg mid-spin and slammed him into the ground so hard that cracks spiderwebbed beneath them. The former prodigy coughed, his confidence shaken.
For the first time in his life, Tai Lung realized—he was outmatched and out powered.
Maximilian stood over him, eyes glowing. "You're done."
Tai Lung roared in frustration, launching one final, desperate attack. But it was futile. Maximilian dodged, his speed now completely overwhelming. With a final strike, he landed a devastating blow, sending Tai Lung crashing into the temple steps.
Silence fell.
Tai Lung groaned, his strength drained. He tried to rise, but his body refused. He had lost.
Shifu approached, looking down at his former student. "It's over, Tai Lung."
"Is shall never be over, no matter what I shall have what I deserve." hearing that I moved forward grabbing his head, my sprit evited him from the world into the spirit world.
The valley erupted in cheers, the people flooding the streets in celebration. The Furious Five, despite their injuries, watched in awe. Po, regaining his breath, stared in disbelief.
Maximilian exhaled, rolling his shoulders. He had done it.
He wasn't just strong.
He was better.
And the valley was safe once more.
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