That evening, Bheem shared his laddoos with Prince Zian and Master Liang. Zian apologized to everyone, from the King to Kalia. And Master Liang announced that he would stay in Dholakpur for a month to teach the basics of Kung Fu to anyone who wished to learn—not for fighting, but for balance and peace.
Bheem closed his eyes. He felt the whisper of air against the needle. He remembered Liang’s words: “Be the river.”
The next day, Prince Zian arrived. He was young, handsome, and dressed in silks the color of a monsoon cloud. He had a cruel, thin smile. Behind him stood Master Liang, still as a statue.
Time slowed. Master Liang, watching from the shadows, did not interfere. This was Bheem’s test. chhota bheem kung fu master
Master Liang bowed slightly. “A message from my student, Prince Zian of the Eastern Peak. He wishes to test the legendary strength of Dholakpur. He believes your ‘laddoo strength’ is a myth.”
That night, the mood in Dholakpur was uneasy. Bheem dismissed the warnings. “Muscles always win! What is this ‘Chee’? A new type of pickle?”
It was Chutki who found the answer. She had been reading an old scroll in the palace library—a scroll from a traveling monk who had once visited the Eastern Peak. That evening, Bheem shared his laddoos with Prince
“His hands are like snakes,” Kalia admitted, rubbing his sore head. “You can’t catch a snake.”
“No,” Liang said. “Your pride did this. Zian was once a kind boy. But his father, the King of the Eastern Peak, taught him that power is domination. I taught him Kung Fu. He learned the techniques but forgot the spirit. A fist without a heart is just a weapon.”
He didn’t punch. He placed his open palm on Zian’s shoulder—not hard, just… there. And he twisted. Using Zian’s own momentum, Bheem sent the prince spinning through the air. Zian crashed into the same mango tree Bheem had hit weeks ago. Bheem closed his eyes
But before the cheer could rise, a shadow fell over the courtyard. It wasn’t a cloud. It was a man.
“You are learning,” Liang said one evening. “Now, the final lesson. The Five Venom Fist that Zian uses—it attacks the pressure points. To defeat it, you must not block. You must redirect. Like water flowing around a rock. Be the river, not the rock.”