Episode Four: The Lord and Prince ( 17 - 20 )
Chapter XIX
Dragon Warrior v. Brilliance
"Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for." — Janet Morris
I. Pure Awesomeness
Final
Xing and Lao vs. Po
Polishing yellow sparkles from the star behind Kong Bai's Temple above. To who is shining a blue sky from the yellow pillows lining up like a peaceful Heaven? Everyone knows, and even the Nine have surprised a hero of China who is the one who salvaged Valley of Peace, salvaged Gongmen, salvaged the world, and people. I knew this battle of Tournament is not over. The Furious Five have eliminated with such everyone's surprised by Tigress's defeat. And there above the Temple, a golden wave of silk cape go breezing, glossing like sunlight heaven, black and white outfit, and large conical yellow-brown conical hat that spawns from a panda.
I knew it. Tigress's right. It's not over yet. This hero of China above the sparking, and waving sun has arrived with his valuable uniform as a symbol of justice, a symbol of tranquility, and a symbol of peace as far as I consider my trance of uniting with Dragon Warrior along the Furious Five has magically come true. Lao and I once stroll onto the ring as the heaven's sky rose the shining star behind Dragon Warrior, fading into the original air with a sound of merry all around this stadium.
Po dismantles his golden silk cape from his neck while Lao and I have convened in the middle of this arena, and enlightened with a difficulty of this new challenge by able to brawl against the Dragon Warrior at once. "You sure you are up to this, Lao?" I inquire him, sighting Lao's swift turn with the brightest eyesight glare.
"Absolutely. . . not," Lao thrust his wing closer to me. "We both know we will not win this battle by a worthy. That doesn't matter if we win or lose this fight, brother. This battle, Xing, is for honor and praise people for everyone."
"You are completely wise," I assume. "A little as I expect for you to notice why are we fighting many warriors for." These sparkles of sand mobiles onto audience surroundings over Kong Bai Stadium elsewhere. Delight voices are crawling to our newest reputation; seeking the Five, and Righteous warriors may illustrate the Nine as we are equal to all of our harmony, and focus. They beam, and so to Tigress approve our greatest challenge in the front of Po. "We have fought them all for the reasonable way by being supportive, and privilege."
"We are gonna get our heads decapitated by Po." Lao narrowed his left eye. "Thanks to you."
"Precisely!" I mind blown as my whole arms wave wider like an ocean. "We are going to get us regretted from him."
This sparkling confetti reminds me of my party I used to have back at home. Since my thirteenth birthday, the silver breeze of sparks summoned with happiness that my brother and I were celebrating along with our she-wolf sister Lotus, Lady Xia, and Ming. Thousands of confetti, colors of a rainbow, and softly breeze down below. This round is our final match. To panda that we are challenging against him? It is our dignity.
As soon as Po ambles, his verses repeat for every day since our first met of Masters of Jade Palace. He always talked about Dragon Warrior's legend for banging bandits inside food restaurant, some Ox clenched his fist and stroke onto the dining table, panda rapidly opposed them all with glory, and fierce in which blinded enemies into pure, awesomeness. It is why Po contemplated most of the time, and even at Jade Palace.
"Legend's tale from the legendary warrior," Po says, embarking his first verse while panda comes forth with fame. "These kung fu skills are the stuff for the legend. He travels the arena and faces worthy, and iconic Wing Chun masters of all China."
He now stops himself at the front of our chunking eyes. With a single step with a quiver of the arena, we pretend to see the collapsing field, an illusion of Kong Bai Stadium tears down into a rain of woods, banged like a force of fire. Nothing happens in reality, but our imagination brings us into our most great battle; Whether any of us win instead of losing into a corpse, it is our honor, and struggle worth fighting.
"I see you like to spar," I press my lip gently. "Maybe you should spar, ON MY FIST!"
I clash my palm with fist togetherly, like a hammer. Lao chuckles to me as he might notice we are acting as idiocy because of a sense of humor we are all born. The warrior said nothing when his tranquil went summoned, I reflect with self-farce and improvise like we are in a playroom, entertaining ourselves at the auditorium. This play is not that kind of hall we are doing. Po gestures a pointy finger above the heavenly sky. Then he mumbles. Hmm. And then he speaks!
"Enough talk, let's fight!" Po says with a spit of watery came from a side of his mouth.
Now that's a contemplation we are efficiently attending this fight.
"Wing Chun; Lao,"
" —and Xing." I finished our introduction at during bow towards the Dragon Warrior.
"Kung Fu; the Dragon Warrior."
Surprisingly, the panda gleams his uniform and springs his movement of Kung Fu as both Lao, and I form Chi Sao block on front. With our guards, we are ready for Po's newest phase of a decent level. What is next? What is next? I shake my mind off and focus Po's stance gliding onto his right side as we are mobilizing our right like a circle of inner peace.
Deep, deep inhale and exhale softly I glide near the panda. The percussionists perform their large and small drums entering our hearts Lao, and I are nearly engaging the panda with a short radius onto him. Immediately we are closer, Po embarks with fast punches he clutched his fists like water. Fluttering onto our Chi Sao blocks, Po storms on sweep kicks, and interject Lao with a counter strike as the panda kicks my right side he added.
Lao convenes Po with a mighty wind that my brother extend his train, he sweeps like a broom, and the panda maneuvers Lao's surprise with the wooden pole was whirling near Po's feet. I sprint, also Po lands safely with incoming hammer fist I palm his entire clenching hand he nearly push harder next to my temple. I maintain encounters with these fast, and lethal clench fist Po attacks with fook sao combos. Lao thrust his claw front kick; Po disciplines with a heel and front kick my brother's chest while panda trapped my two paws in his left shoulder, tightening, and basically cannot lose to avoid.
"This is AWESOME!" Po says willingly.
Panda has hit me repeatedly like an iron fist clinging my forehead, uppercutting my jaw, and double spinning air kick with last heel kick above, and both fists impact my whole chest after Po struck me with big hit combos. My body drags away of a white, and pure arena like somebody pulls my soul apart and soaring above the sky. Lastly, I figure one of the most substantial poles close by while leaping away behind me, I latch onto this massive, mahogany column with my claws, circling in the breeze with full of dizziness.
I circle anti-clockwise with a force of grip onto enormous, wind column and swinging back to the arena. Lao glides with claws and deflecting arms onto Po as the Dragon Warrior resist some grappling, also force my brother away in mid-air while I descend with a touchdown on the whitest ring that pure into starlight. At upfront of Po's bright green onto his sight towards my arrival with a severe leap, I bong sao many of his forward punches including tahn sao with fast chaining strikes I oppose him with a full force of water flow. Many blocks and strikes I convene his two bridges within and outside of arms hardly, at again, Po swift his motion of chi arms thrusting my whole chest as I leap away like a rushing dry gale.
Lao soar with his wooden, dragon pole of his and cawing loudly like a chi of wail. I glimpse Po's next beam above his hat that glares into the light.
"Disk of Destruction!" Po dismantle his hat, and throws it onto Lao above the breeze like a boomerang swoosh! His hat penetrates Lao's wooden pole, and my brother was nearly sliced his crest after ducking below from a conical hat that screams like a blade. Po's conical hat returns with a fast, bank to the left side as Po snatches it quickly, and next, he begins attacking both of us.
Lao and I competitively encounter panda's sweep kicks, and both palms impact us at each side. Onto my brother's above chest with neck above, and my breast with grasping whole right arm that Dragon Warrior continues our battle for one against one, at once Lao was pull back his wings, then nearly falls through the edge of the arena. As chain blocks and straight fast punches, I remain entirely still as forcing the panda away from my front line. Po intervenes his whole two arms revolving like a swirling breeze, combining with beams of waving curve lights onto my left paw been palmed by Po's hand, and leaped behind me with my claw snatching from him.
While he lands beside me with such aware from Po's unexpected and fishing move, his pointy and thumb fingers attach my index paw and raising his pinky upright. What is he doing? I bewildered. What is this? Something traps my index finger and— Hold up a second!
THE WUXI FINGER HOLD?! I gasp wildly! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
"Skadoosh!" Po skadooshed me with his pinky grip nearly landed my whole paw.
I felt the beams crawling near my back as a smolder breeze are burning my uniform. It feels like when you go near the camp's fire, and hottish glare of air attaching into you like all the creatures scratches you, fleshing you, and worst, scorching you below the fire, or chi of light.
"Oh! Save me! Save me! Help!" I scream, covering the front of my eyes with my red paws. The beam, however, impacted my heart, and somehow, obliterated me into reality elsewhere around Kong Bai Stadium. "NO!"
Then, something has happened. Joyous of sound with laughing came up to my ears when I covered my whole face from burning. Was that just a fake burning? Or was that just realistic Spirit Realm beaming my eyes toward my banishment. I think I believe my first inquiry.
"Psst," some voice thrives near my left ear. "You're still alive." I blink, and repeatedly twinkling as if that Wuxi Finger Hold is real, I— Seems all the people everywhere have amused their cry of comical. Have I done something wrong? Or have I pretend I was burning alive, and making them cry with "HA HA" briskly? "That was a nice act," says Po, then asking, "Are you a comedian, Xing?"
I realized Po beside me that he stares his green, and lush eyes to me bewilderedly. What? I thought. I look around, and nothing else of beaming fire ever scorch my whole body of soul screaming to Spirit Realm.
"No," I shake, confusing as my head swims over sides. My eyes peer to the panda. "What happened? Am I supposed to head my life to Spirit Realm?"
"Nope," says Po. "Even if I did, then you wouldn't be here by now." True. Then I keep asking my thoughts clearly onto this panda he summoned his Wuxi Finger Hold to me. There is no way I am that evil person who did bad things on the front of people, and masters. If Po accidentally landed his pinky finger on my paw, then my soul would have been sent to Spirit Realm and unite with my dead parents. "It seems after I Wuxi Finger Hold onto you," Po considers, he helps me back rising with his soft fist I stand up clearly. ". . . that means you are eliminated and banished to the Spirit Realm!"
WHAT?! I gasp. "Not banished, but a whole tournament will not summon you back! Of course!" Po beams.
Before I was able to speak, my thoughts are unthinkable. Tigress, on beside Lotus and so along the Five and the Nine that they pictured our bewilderment battle, she accepts her bending head in which Lotus beside her, is covering her mouth, and shoulders ascend and descend rapidly. She probably notices I made her something to entertain by not just her, but to every villager out there.
"Superb. . ." I say, bending my head softly, and shaking the panda's hand. "Great job, Po."
"Not bad," Po says smirkingly. "You did good, Xing! I promise I won't ever do Wuxi Finger Hold you again. It's anyone's game, and it's just the Tournament, buddy."
"Yeah," I bend before deciding to walk away on this, pure arena made of gold, and beam, forged by the Dragon Warrior's light. As I am about to dismiss the ring, Lao, frankly, softening the grip he currently carries this dragon stick behind that large, mahogany column that the ring uses it on each edging side for anything; thinking like part of Wing Chun dummy I image I believe.
"Looks like I'm out, brother," I mind the peacock as the snowing, and glowing ocean eyes of his are trembling into a glaze. "You'll have to avenge me. Brothers for life, brothers to the end, remember?"
"Hmph!" Lao shatters his ice, and curses as I catch his voice behind my twitching ear.
"Language!"
II. Panda vs. Peacock
Third Person POV
Marshmallow clouds crossed separately, shattering into leftover white silks. The current was warmth, and dry with the rustle, clutching the pink, and blossom flavor, climbing onto the silvery, and gold arena.
"Remember what I taught you, Lao," Po advised the peacock, spinning his Oogway's Yin Yang staff. "Get ready to feel a thundah!"
"Your 'justice' will serve my triumph," Lao's beak clenched lightly, purifying his dragon pole on a rustle above swiftly, and he points to Po effortlessly.
Their eyes to eyes were untouched, glaring their brightness eyes as Lao and Po swept softly onto the circle of flames. A yin-yang of black, and white with dotted spots was sparkling as the sun when they stepped across the outer loop. Po paid close attention to Lao's bluish ocean glares into a gust of hurricane, brightening with narrow. As the peacock embarked the commence, the dry fulness silk of sands from the light breeze as it breathes gently, the ghost talked to Po.
Po's vision of phantasm only what he peered the evil, and wickedness that recalls some familiar voice—
Greetings, panda.
Shen? Po reflected shockingly. The panda becomes a rock as petrified. You are here?!
Yes. Yes, I was—
Po went blinded onto ghost Shen who grimaced with fiery eyes, before Lao thrust his dragon pole onto panda, with nothing unexpected that Po escaped his trance out of nowhere, and palmed the pole fast enough from the young peacock. He ignored his ghost from nowhere to glimpse after the sands with silk was shredded, as he mainly focused palming Lao's pole he nearly pierced him. With rapid palms from the fire, Lao mobilized his momentum of striking near Po's feet, and outside of panda's arms.
Po yelled, with defensive chi blocks deflected Lao's pole wobbling near his neck, and thrusting away with strength when Lao triple kicks panda, after the pole had dragged away. Po nearly fell onto the side of the arena, behind the massive mahogany column as the familiar voices are crawling onto panda's mind with a cross that loses focus. The wicked laugh from the sand, imaging ghost Shen, spoke while Po rose with single knee, and leering onto evil mirage, forging with silk, and sand much harder.
Oh, look at him! A lifetime to plot his revenge, and he comes to me on his knees!
He's not real. He's not real. Shen's not real. Po repeated his reflection, Lao tilt his dragon pole and take aim, also. Panda rumbles his head as he sights the young peacock bearing Po, sprinting and splashes onto ghost Shen with penetrated sands of glass, and leans forward onto Lao.
"Tigress, what's going on?" Lotus's eyes went wide open with a real spark of blue, demanding. "Why is Po being hesitated on the front of Lao like that?"
"I don't know. . ." Tigress mumbled after Xing next to her on the left, and eyes are storming into white also. He jerked his head back to the battle, before Tigress, once speak. "Something is wrong."
Lao clung his pole, sweeping below Po's feet as the panda ascended away, and swung his green staff that nearly slice Lao's throat. Two sticks screamed in a rustling air that packed with these unusual angles thoroughly and stiffened like a taste of horror. Lao banked his pole left to Po's neck and panda safely guard his staff near his throat. Embracing onto both sticks nearly tense as a rock, the silk of sands are standing near Lao to peacock's right, forming with a grayish, and red void on Lao's expression.
Oh, you want to know so badly.
Swoosh! Lao impacted Po with pole onto the left arm, and right leg. Po shouts. Clinging with his staff and countering Lao's pole that is onto Po's body all over him. As the panda slithered his jade stick as drawing the pole away and near the peacock, Lao forced his kick, then whirling with his train that Po flips backward on the air, and Lao lands his back kick to Po's belly. The panda hits the cleaning mahogany pole that was not touched, Po springs his whole body back like a ball and impacts Lao within the full force as the Dragon Warrior immediately stops himself safely.
Lao cawed. He struck his body onto the same, mahogany pole that Po hit first. A shattering wood cried from the impact. Lao nearly fell and embarked to rise as he rubs his neck on the upper chest. Again, the silk of sands formed with red, and grayish velvet void from Po's vision.
You think knowing will heal you? Huh? Fill some crater in your soul?
Xing inspected the most massive pole that connects the ring. Within slightly crack that it is nearly unbalancing—
"That large mahogany column will not last standing there much longer," Xing notified to Five and Nine, pointing it as if all warriors peer the column.
Po saw Lao's gaze glaring into the snow with azure dazzlingly. The panda shut his clenching teeth that he had repeatedly done since battling to Shen inside Fireworks Factory. Effortlessly as the panda softly glided his arms and his right foot crossing with a half circle, his green eyes were set to fasten, sealing gradually.
Lao's just the kid. I can't watch my friend get enraged.
Lao forced his talons and returned battle with his pole. Po sensed the peacock's movement from the rustle. With precise, Po palmed onto Lao's tip of dragon's pole, also heel kick to the right of the tip's side as Lao drew back with it and continued attacking the panda at different angles of a sweep, and thrust. Po yelled as he palms onto Lao's tip of a pole using his hands near his expression, also skidded at Lao's feet after panda forced the pole away from the peacock.
Lao immediately rose rapidly from the fall, before Po's fists, and nearly leaping hammer kick to peacock's neck. As the Dragon Warrior hammered the peacock's bridges, Lao's talon jo phan blocked Po's knee as the panda virtually kicked him. Lao controlled the bridges with feather palms and obstructed with swift wings as also clawing Po's feet. Lao grapples the panda's left arm and glides him with blue train swiftly.
Po collapsed into the ring hard. The panda rolled at a clockwise as soon as Lao leaped the other side of the arena when young peacock snatched the dragon pole. Po stopped his rolling, and fast focusing Lao ascended above the stage with dragon pole marking the panda on sight. As Lao nearly reached the panda, Po double kicked the peacock's chest. Lao impacted when he hit above the air. Po bent his half body to the right after rising rapidly, and double fisted him with strength at simultaneously.
"Fists of Fury!" Po shouted wildly.
Lao painful caw vibrated the whole wind while his body dragged away rapidly, and impacted behind a large, wooden column hardly. The woods went tearing apart softly, in just as Lao collapsed to the floor, and highly grunted as near unconscious to the ring after the peacock was hit the column to his back as the neck glided onto direction, then struck to the end of Lao's head.
Po reached his staff beside him from the left and gazed the peacock struggling on the floor. Mysterious sand of silk floated onto Po's vision as the form of silver, and red eyes were glaring to panda's sight. He recalled by the voice of shattering Shen a panda once saw him shook with amazed and frightened.
How did you find peace? I took away your parents. Everything! I—I scarred you for life. . . .
You see that's the thing, Shen. Scars heal. Po also spoke that he reflects peacock reasonably.
Po surrendered his green staff, and let his favorite weapon go to the right side. Lao as he awoke with gasping, the peacock trembled and coughed softly. Xing and Tigress turned their wild eyes more open and swiftly gazed back to both Po and Lao. As the panda recalled the shattered metals and tangling ropes he never forgets, the panda resigns his clenching fist. A sharp spine that panda crumples into ice, Po lays two arms onto both sides of his body without resisting his shatter.
Po's mouth quivered rapidly.
"I am sorry, Shen," the panda shattered his voice, without letting Lao notice Po's sound loudly.
Lao groaned before the peacock softly curve one wing to the other, as his train lays extended behind the large column wood that is tearing slowly. Po images a ton of silks rustling around him into a natural catastrophe of the last battle; black water, the warship that tangles with ropes tightening the dark, and cringing metal above the grayish form. That day Po experienced the Harbor, he brightened his mind when the panda could have fix Lord Shen's fate, instead.
The panda held his mouth back, then closing his own emerald eyes.
I failed you when I ran away from your peace. . . . I will not fail you in demise.
The column behind Lao squandered with shrieky tears. Cracking apart into each, single rumble with damage of woods unclosed freely.
"PO!" Tigress hardly reached her left paw ahead of the ring when Xing sharply unclosed his mouth wider.
"LAO, LOOK OUT!"
For you, Shen. The panda glares his father's eyes onto peacock.
Po sprinted near Lao as he pretends a peacock form of Shen on the front of sands of silk, gazing into the void that crawls the fire, and creation of metal shifts into a dragon. The cringe with metal bends downward with a fire breathe skin with solar stars. The prince's eyes have shut, accepting his tranquility. The warrior of black and white attracts him with a scream, and he draws the peacock away, carrying him above his shoulder. With a cringing rust cracks of column wood into reality collapsing and horror.
Everyone wailed.
Po towered the collapsing wooden column with two hands on the top of his head, panting heavily with greater strength over his arms. He screamed and then heaved the column away of Lao to the backside of the arena. Po relaxed his tensing fingers thoroughly. He thought that it was the right thing to save Lao from the collapse column, then the first as water tower from Prosper Valley last month.
The surprise of each villager's shrill cry around the stadium, Lao frequently breathed after he rose from the floor when Po caught him snatching a yin-yang staff next to a peacock. The panda secondly searched the dragon pole behind and captured it as Po leered onto bright paint made by brush, decorated nicely. Dragon Warrior gazed to Lao, and Po tossed the pole to him carefully when peacock snatched his pole at a right moment.
"You are not ready to accept your serenity death, buddy," Po said moderately to Lao. "You have many years to enjoy on a good fortune everywhere else on China. The only thing that matters is you need to live longer." Lao bent his head slightly. The peacock realized that his death is too young to accept his peace. Lao tossed the green staff to panda carefully, then prepared with dragon pole pointing to Dragon Warrior. "So, you like to achieve the awesomeness battle, Lao?" Po asked amusingly after gliding his staff at precise. "One last time?"
"If that is your death wish, panda," Lao smirked at him beamingly. The peacock inhales and replies additionally. "One last time."
Both Peacock and Panda battled their glory with two sticks opposing like creaking and whipping on the heart of rust breeze to the middle of the arena. Oogway's staff and Lao's dragon pole clashed the panda and peacock they wielded, rumbling the ring as the Dragon Warrior and the Nine's Brilliance glided their mobility when the two staffs shaded slightly into irrigating as fierce.
Po leaned forward with yin-yang staff from his right fist, leaping as Lao forced back also when bearing dragon pole carefully. Then peacock stretched his train, the competence of both sticks that Po hammered down to Lao at a distant length vertically. By sides of each of these rods that wood and glass clung, both weapons propelled reflectively. Once Lao and Po thrust their sticks at the same time, they both leaped away with their intensities.
Dragon Warrior and the Nine's Brilliance of the Nine swirled their anti-clockwise on a simultaneous path, Oogway's staff and Lao's dragon pole screeched onto the breeze near their owners' fate, lied beyond to their necks and yell.
A sudden draw.
The Dragon Warrior and the Nine's Brilliance of the Nine have defeated themselves. The two warriors panda and peacock nearly sliced to themselves with their sticks. A Shaolin dragon pole near Po's throat and Oogway's Yin Yang staff almost slashed Lao's long neck. Every moment crowd cheered; however, both fighters accomplished their worthy. Not just winning or losing, but made them stronger. Both Po and Lao surrendered their staffs as they drew their weapons away, once both warriors glimpsed around the stadium as thousands of people cheered a blessing to panda and peacock with glory.
Lao respectfully bowed to Po. Young prince knew his life that he would be defeated by a warrior of black and white by his vision earlier before the Tournament, and a hero of China even noticed that Po also had beaten by his new friend from the Nine. Just then, the Dragon Warrior eventually bent his back peacock for accepting, and thankfully an epic sparring battle. The Emperor made his ending call for the Tournament, ordering both panda and peacock to approach their stand each other in the middle of the arena, and attends all ears towards Huangdi's joyous words the Emperor spreads his whole arm wide open.
"What a spectacular!" the Emperor surprised happily, he clapped his hoofs as Huangdi sauntered below the stairs to arrive near arena shortly. "People of China! As a final fight went to a draw, I claim you… both champions!" The crowd cheered wildly. The Dragon Warrior rose his own green sparkle eyes, Lao accepts that great kind of draw fight eventually.
"Yes!" the Panda leaps wildly. "We won! I can't believe we did a great fight, kid! They are so proud of us!"
"I officially agree, Dragon Warrior." Lao narrowed to Po seemingly after peacock replied.
"You looked so better in the battle!" Po pats him over Lao's upper sleeve. "We are looking so equal in our fighting experience! I am absorbing Wing Chun to join, Lao!"
"And I am genuinely compelling your Kung Fu skill, Master Panda," Lao smirks while Emperor Huangdi is about to approach the area. "By the way," the peacock adds, "I strongly wish to thank you for extricated me back there that I nearly got hit by one of the enormous wooden pillars. I owe you one. . . Po."
"I'll remember that," Po smirked. "You're welcome, buddy. I save you, and you will return a favor someday."
Xing reflected two warriors ahead that he and Tigress tilted near the front right side of the ring, as the Nine embarked noticing Lao's impressive dragon pole, and Furious Five considered about their old friend was frightened as a rock. Xing starts to image both Po and his peacock brother Lao that Tigress may have wondered.
There is something that Po mentions to someone who he knew like my brother. If Dragon Warrior and Furious Five had arrived at that famous city where they all must bring Lord Shen to justice ten years ago, then Po might have encountered some peacock who murdered pandas as the Dragon Warrior do battle him before.
Does Po get poorly hallucinated on the front of Lao that he considered seeing my brother as Lord Shen?
I am about to feel his emotion being forced to look back on that day where Po last time he saw Lord Shen.
"Two finest warriors," the water buffalo grasps his two hands together, and peers onto Dragon Warrior and the Nine's Brilliance at the front after Emperor Huangdi stops walking. He pointed to panda, "One who saved China from the bull warrior who was an evil master of chi known to himself as 'The Collector.' The panda fulfilled his destiny from great Master Oogway's prophecy," the Emperor directed the peacock, "and one beside a worthy who nearly defeated the Dragon Warrior in this Tournament as the most significant success, and cunning student of the Nine.
"You are one of Master Ming's amazing, triumph student. The honor is mine to please, my child." Huangdi palmed his chest. For his particular reasons, the Emperor reckoned that young peacock is highly pure, and also a prince as the water buffalo anticipated knowledge of peafowls noble rank. Huangdi inquired Lao surprisingly. "What is your name, son? And where do you come from?"
"I am Lao, my Emperor," he identified himself while bowing respectively. "I came from a Summit Village where I was once born there initially, and that peaceful place used inhabited as the home of birds."
"Hmm," the Emperor reflected hummingly and peered into Lao's bluish snow eyes. "Summit Village was such peaceful. I remember the time when I once gleamed a rumor about a village went assaulted by mysterious clan bandits twenty-one years ago. Some survivors said a peacock avenged his family when he turned against the lord's assassins who were planned to assassinate him. Other survivors spoke, a peacock who was familiar with Noble Peafowls' son, or kin who was responsible for savaging pandas into catastrophe, he was banished, and even devastated Summit Village and lost one of the remarkable life he cared."
Dragon Warrior contemplated. He recalled some tragic memory of desolation in Thriving Village where most, and innocent panda villagers once occupied with happiness, and prosperous. Po sighted a vexed, and evil eyes of peacock lord swung his guan dao into the air and ordered his wolves to snatch all the pandas, even infant panda.
Po stays unperturbed at all cost, however. Inhaling throughout his nose calmly, and let unexpecting memory that continues to resist harshly before Lao communes to Emperor Huangdi.
"I wish I could have remembered the tragedy on my home, my Emperor," Lao considers when both Po and Huangdi are gazing their eyes to peacock. "I never know who was that peafowl on what my mother does not speak of her husband."
"Come closer to my hoof, son," Huangdi ordered the peacock, opening his large right palm as his hand nearly approach Lao's center. "Let me glimpse your memory."
Xing catches his brother leaning Lao's feathers after peacock palmed Emperor's hand successfully. He dazzles onto Temple, looking over Ming and Shifu as both masters are focusing on the Emperor before red panda glances at the tiger beside Tigress and Lotus. Xing freely palms over emptiness air as he waves; Shifu chuckled and responded his gesture.
Emperor Huangdi inhales with his nose while he shut his yellow sun over a minute to visualize, disturbance, and horror he experienced. With much of fires of doom, the clash of woods shattered to collapse. Birds' wailed above the skies, and into the blaze of screeching blades against screaming swords penetrating people's hearts.
Dongji! Get inside with your mom! NOW!
Get away with us! I know who you are!
Xia! We have to abandon our house! These assassins are coming to kill us nearby!
NO!
"Poor child," The Emperor beams his sunlight towards peacock's snow. "You and your mother both survived the tragedy of Summit Village. I see your eyes. . . of a deep thought who must search your answers of unexplainable memory. You have a bloodline of Peafowl Nobles family in which your grandfather was a peacock lord of Gongmen City. The other rarest bloodline, along to one of the noble family of peafowls who was united the three of most valuable brotherhood friendships fought their own risk by many battles to defeat immoral, dark purposes, and once wielded their incredible powers among themselves more than five hundred years ago. They were once called, 'The Mightiest Warriors.'"
"WHOA!" Po gaped briskly. "Those guys are legends!"
I have confidence in what you said, panda, Lao reflected.
"I describe a new name on one of the two famous bloodlines," Huangdi said before intervening two palms clap. "Therefore," the Emperor reflects, then proceeds new entitlement for Lao's reputation, "by your grandfather's son before you, henceforth shall be known as. . . Son of Divinity."
"WOW!" Po palmed his cheek. "That description is awesome! Lao, Son of Divinity! I love it!"
"You have a great breast in you, my dear child." the Emperor beamed in peacock's heart decently. "There is a new surprise where you will fight against the darkness, and I have envisioned a vision. A vision of. . . . A new hope. There is one where you could meet an outstanding master who will guide you into the light."
"Master Oogway?" Lao asked Emperor.
"Your grandmaster I sighted him in my dream," the Emperor clarifies, "he surprisingly visioned a next prophecy where he had confronted your ancestor, long time ago. Oogway once confronted an ally, and your ancestor was named Lǐ Han during the Great War. Along with peacock's army, he fought those who forged with Immorality Gods. Lǐ Han was Oogway's great colleague and a higher risk who engaged alongside to other three Mightiest Warriors for honor, courage, and a gift for brotherhood. Your great-grandmaster sighted the peacock's future on all the children of peafowls, and only one of his greatest grandchildren of peafowls from the future who will reunite the three chosen warriors whose passed their purest bloodline of Mightiest Warriors by their ancestors."
Po leaned his reflection as soon as the Emperor spoke to Lao entirely. The panda onto his bright thoughts throughout his recall that Po once went inside the library of hundreds of philosophy scrolls from Jade Palace. Just as the panda investigated one of fifty manuscripts in each structure of alphabetical order, Po sighted the red panda near the side of the structure, before panda shook his mind off, and reflected on reality.
I must find one of those scrolls inside Jade Palace that talks about Mightiest Warriors! When I once saw Shifu, and he found one, and only cobalt that made of crystals like jade, I tried to notice what was that scroll he was going to read. But Shifu said it is very secretive! That's not fair!
"I hope you are willing to seek your long lost memory soon, my child." Huangdi confidently wishes the peacock's method to proceed inner peace regularly. "Remember this memorable quote I shall say to you: A word of 'awesomeness' to Dragon Warrior's logical, and slang preference, will help you remain in trance of inner peace. Let the water go to the light. It will flow your heart to bond what went lost. Be water, young prince."
Emperor Huangdi announced loudly to audiences as he named out the two great champions of Kong Bai warriors. Xing and every warrior down to stadium shone their eyes to confetti everywhere in the breeze as the colors of a rainbow shot by fireworks above the oval of Kong Bai barriers. Tigress's amber targets onto the panda as Xing, and Lotus are imaging their peacock brother on the large ring with Emperor Huangdi and Dragon Warrior.
"If I can understand Po's conditions," Tigress uttered, "he might have experienced hallucination."
"While Po has focused on my brother insufficiently," Xing reflected, then asking ordinarily, "does he ever continues to see. . . that peacock dude from Gongmen City, Master Tigress?"
"I'm afraid so," Tigress said awarely. "You and I will have to discuss with Shifu and Ming. We need to talk about Po's anxious that keeps crossing his mind onto your brother. There is something that Dragon Warrior is being bothered reasonably."
"We will," Xing concurred. "We have to."
The rainbow of confetti pours into a soft glare of the sun. Not for long, the rain of confetti descended through the arena, and whole oval ground as the cheers of cry begins to crowd. Xing suspected some small, flying bird near the entrance above the Kong Bai's Barrier. As the little form approached the arena, one of the long-lost messengers from Snow Palace soared down, with brutal, and beating wings as the goose sobbed to shattering loud voice.
Tortured goose gave most of the audiences' attention, as well as warriors sighting, and hearing a wailing from that goose unexpectedly.
"MY EMPEROR!" the goose soars out of the pouring confetti after he shouted with a sob as soon as he landed on the front of Huangdi in between Dragon Warrior and Son of Divinity's stance. "EMPEROR HUANGDI!"
"Yao?!" Huangdi brightened his eyes before Yao lands with a wobble while he took his breath pantingly. Po and Lao gazed to themselves, and even toward the tortured goose into a muddle. Huangdi palms on Yao's shoulders after he crouched to him close. "What on Earth has happened to you?!"
"I NEED TO TELL YOU THE TRU—"
A silence wind. The dark, and gruesome pierce feather penetrated the goose's neck with a hate whisper that spoke to Lao's left side. The second with a screeching air approached, and Lao caught one after leaping with his left foot. Both Po and Lao sighted the dark from above the stadium on the right side at the top of the barrier, as one of the wolf guards immediately alarms shockingly.
"ASSASSIN!" the wolf guard triggered his arrow as the tip of the gold shot went pierced the dark form's breast, and the shadow falls near the audiences on the right side of Prosper Valley villagers. One wolf guard in navy blue silk and gray armor, shouts another one of bandits into the void form that is swarming onto the left of guard's surroundings. Aggressive shadows like ashing float, the flock burst onto two guards' left lungs with the sharpest blade with howled agony.
Most villagers of Prosper Valley screeches their wind. They all swirled themselves away from a void bandit who covers with shadows and brightened red-orange eyes as the wolf guards began to assault him aggressively. The loud, and creek on the heart of large entrance of Kong Bai Stadium, starts rumbling onto lose balance. Many audiences ahead of Po and Lao's alerted their eyes, frankly screams with fear of something that the flames of scorch behind the walls of Kong Bai, are shattering the massive gateway.
"What was that?" Po brightened his flash of green eyes.
Large rocks rumbled. The woods shattered to pieces like the wind's clap of the blast. Banners that attached the barrier fell. Audiences with green silks and lime banners which are supporters, and fans of Seventh Righteous, escorted away of their whole sitting area as multiple wolf guards above the Kong Bai's barrier ordered them all to move safely. But something has grown darker behind the walls of Kong Bai Stadium, even as warriors highly aware of the mysterious raid that could terrorize the people, and also the Emperor.
What are most of the warriors and even Lao gazing the ashing lights breezing above the clouds that shade darker? Peacock assumed. "Ambush. . ." Lao notified with wide open after he inhales deeply.
