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.”
For three weeks, Bheem trained in secret. Master Liang did not let him lift a single weight. Instead, he made him stand on one leg on a bamboo pole in the middle of a river. “Balance,” Liang said. He made him catch flies with chopsticks. “Speed.” He made him sit perfectly still for hours while ants crawled over his skin. “Patience.” chhota bheem kung fu master
Zian moved like water. He didn’t punch. He placed his palm on Bheem’s chest. There was no sound, no impact. But Bheem felt a strange, hot pressure explode inside him. He flew back ten feet, crashing into the royal mango tree. Laddoos fell from his pocket, crushed. Bheem put down the bell