But Chutki was worried. She had seen the way Master Liang moved. “Bheem, strength is not just lifting stones. It’s about balance, speed, and focus. I’ve heard stories of the Kung Fu masters of the East. They can break bricks with a finger.”
“What?” Zian hissed. He unleashed a flurry of strikes—tiger claw, crane beak, dragon fist. Each one was faster and more venomous than the last. And each time, Bheem moved like a ghost. He didn’t block. He didn’t retreat. He simply… wasn’t there.
Zian’s hand trembled. The needle clattered to the ground. For the first time, the cruel smile vanished from his face. His eyes welled with tears—not of pain, but of shame. He fell to his knees.
Bheem tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t obey. For the first time in his life, he felt helpless. He watched as Prince Zian and Master Liang walked away, their shadows stretching long in the noon sun.
Bheem put down the bell. “Laddoo strength is real strength! Tell your prince to come here. I’ll show him how we wrestle in Dholakpur.”
But Chutki was worried. She had seen the way Master Liang moved. “Bheem, strength is not just lifting stones. It’s about balance, speed, and focus. I’ve heard stories of the Kung Fu masters of the East. They can break bricks with a finger.”
“What?” Zian hissed. He unleashed a flurry of strikes—tiger claw, crane beak, dragon fist. Each one was faster and more venomous than the last. And each time, Bheem moved like a ghost. He didn’t block. He didn’t retreat. He simply… wasn’t there.
Zian’s hand trembled. The needle clattered to the ground. For the first time, the cruel smile vanished from his face. His eyes welled with tears—not of pain, but of shame. He fell to his knees.
Bheem tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t obey. For the first time in his life, he felt helpless. He watched as Prince Zian and Master Liang walked away, their shadows stretching long in the noon sun.
Bheem put down the bell. “Laddoo strength is real strength! Tell your prince to come here. I’ll show him how we wrestle in Dholakpur.”
