Days later, the Furious Five and Po rode to Gongmen City. Shen had returned, and his metal army was swallowing China. When they arrived, the city was silent as a grave. The peacock stood on a balcony, white feathers like knives.
Mr. Ping froze, terrified.
Outside, Shen had cornered the Five. He had his ultimate weapon: a giant cannon loaded with a hundred pounds of gunpowder and metal shrapnel. “The age of kung fu is over!” he shrieked, lighting the fuse. kung fu panda 2 po
Po smiled, tears on his fur. “And I know you chose me. That makes you just as real.”
He lay in the rubble of an old storehouse. Dust motes floated in a beam of light. His heart hammered. The Five were fighting outside, but Po couldn’t move. The darkness was swallowing him. Days later, the Furious Five and Po rode to Gongmen City
“You don’t even know who you are!” Shen screeched, dodging a Wuxi Finger Hold. “You are nothing! A mistake left in a box!”
He wasn’t the Dragon Warrior because he was destined. He was the Dragon Warrior because he had learned that the greatest battle isn’t against a peacock or a cannon. It’s against the fear that you are not enough. And he had won. The peacock stood on a balcony, white feathers like knives
Po nodded, not understanding. He tried to meditate. He tried to clear his mind. But all he saw was the cruel, laughing face of Shen, and the phantom of his real mother, setting him in a radish crate to float away.