The fight was unlike any other. Tai Lung was speed and steel. Po was improvisation and mass. He used his belly to absorb Tai Lung’s nerve strikes. He bounced off walls. He fought with chopsticks, woks, and a noodle cart. When Tai Lung used the legendary Wuxi Finger Hold (“I could flick my pinky and end you”), Po laughed.
The next morning, Shifu tried a new tactic. “Po,” he said, “what do you like to eat?” kung fu panda kung fu panda
“Look,” Oogway said, pointing. Po was in the kitchen, not sleeping. He was training . Clumsily, yes, but with a furious, beautiful passion. He did one-finger push-ups (falling over), kicked at hanging pots (missing most), and practiced stances while humming to himself. Sweat dripped into his fur. He never stopped smiling. The fight was unlike any other
“He is coming,” Oogway said softly. “And tonight… I must leave.” He used his belly to absorb Tai Lung’s nerve strikes
Tai Lung snarled. “You’re bluffing.”