Xian turns, a look of amused disbelief on his face. "You still stand? Then you will be the first to fall." He raises a hand and gives his final command. "Destroy him!"
The last of his gorilla soldiers roar and charge towards the injured, lone panda.
The world seems to move in slow motion. Po takes a deep, serene breath. Shifu's voice echoes one last time.
FLASHBACK: "Be the pool..."
Po gently lifts his injured leg, balancing perfectly on his good one.
He opens his eyes.
A brilliant, silent, pure white flash emanates from his eyes, engulfing the screen. There is no sound, no explosion, only light.
When the screen sets up again, the entire courtyard is silent. The entire army of Xian is seen falling from the sky like silent, grey rain, their bodies unconscious, collapsing into a heap around Po. He did it with a single look.
In the cage, the masters' petrification has stopped. The Furious Five and Zhen, bruised and broken, look on in absolute, stunned shock.
EXT. XIAN'S FORTRESS COURTYARD - NIGHT
A hush falls over the battlefield. The gorilla army lies defeated. Xian stares in disbelief at Po, who stands, injured but perfectly calm.
XIAN: (Whispering, a tremor of fear in his voice) "What... what are you?"
Slowly, serenely, Po begins to float just inches above the broken stone floor. A soft, gentle, golden aura surrounds him. He opens his eyes, and they are glowing yellow.
Xian's fear turns to rage. He roars, striking the ground and launching jagged pieces of stone at Po.
Po, floating calmly, simply raises a hand. The speeding rocks turn to fine dust before they reach him, undone by his aura of pure harmony. With mind-blowing speed, Po appears before Xian. His fighting style is now a perfect, flowing dance. A powerful back kick throws Xian away. As Xian charges back, Po moves like water around him, landing a dozen lightning-fast, open-palm strikes to his chest and joints.
Xian, in a desperate fury, manages to land a full-power punch directly on Po's chest. The sound is like a thunderclap.
But Po doesn't even move one inch. The force of the blow dissipates harmlessly into his golden aura. He looks down at Xian's fist against his chest, then back to Xian's eyes with a look of calm pity. He uses a Mystical Secret, and the air around Xian shimmers, freezing him in time for a split second, allowing Po to land one more powerful, decisive strike.
Desperate, Xian unleashes one final, massive blast of dark chi. Po calmly forms a glowing shield in the shape of a circular Tai Chi symbol. It absorbs the blast completely. Then, with a gentle motion, Po pushes the shield forward.
It passes through Xian, pulling all of his dark chi and stolen kung fu from him. He stumbles, his red eyes fading, his immense power gone. He is just a normal, terrified gorilla.
PO: (His voice is not angry, but sad and final) "It's over, Xian."
He shows the ultimate mercy. He forgives him, and turns to walk on his way toward his injured friends.
But Xian, seeing Po's back turned, is consumed by his final, powerless rage. With a guttural scream, he uses the last of his strength to climb a broken tree and launches himself through the mid-air in a desperate, surprise attack.
Po, sensing the attack, looks back not with surprise, but with sad resolve. He leaps into the air to meet him.
They hang suspended for a breathtaking moment against the moonlit sky. As the lunging Xian reaches him, Po calmly raises his hand and gently places two fingers on Xian's chest.
PO: "Skadoosh."
A brilliant, pure white light erupts from the point of contact. In mid-air, Xian's entire being completely blasts into a spectacular shower of beautiful, golden motes of light.
Where he had been, the motes of light coalesce and expand, forming a massive, golden Tai Chi symbol that emerges and blazes in the night sky.
A gentle, warm light from the symbol spreads across the land, washing over the cages at the fortress. The stone on the masters crumbles away, restoring them to their normal form, and the Obsidian Iron cages dissolve into dust.Po lands gracefully on a high mountain peak, assuming a calm, ready stance. He looks downward.
In the courtyard below, the Furious Five, Zhen, Master Yang, Master Ox, Master Croc—all of them—are now free. They look up at Po with pure awe.
One by one, led by a deeply impressed Master Yang, they all perform a deep, respectful bow. The sound of cheering erupts from the freed masters, a sound of victory and profound gratitude. They bow to Po, declaring him the true master of Kung Fu.
EXT. JADE PALACE COURTYARD - WEEKS LATER, DAWN
The sun shines brightly on the rebuilt Jade Palace. In the grand courtyard, a great ceremony is taking place. Every Kung Fu Master from around the world has gathered, their colorful robes a sea of respect.
Master Yang steps forward, his voice echoing with authority.
MASTER YANG: "Today, we recognize a power we thought was only a myth. A power not taught, but built from a pure heart. We recognize the dawn of a new age! I present to you the true Grand Master of Kung Fu... The Celestial Phoenix!"
He presents Po with a new staff, simple yet beautiful, carved from the luminous wood of the Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom. Po takes the staff with a humble bow. As he holds it aloft, the entire assembly of masters erupts in thunderous, joyous cheering.
As the cheers quiet down, all eyes turn to Po, who they now look to for wisdom. He takes a deep breath and addresses the crowd, his voice clear and calm.
PO: "Thank you. All of you. I... I'm not much for speeches. But I learned something really important on this journey. I met someone who had more power than anyone could ever dream of... and it left him angry, and it left him alone."
He looks towards his friends—the Furious Five, Zhen, and his two fathers—who watch him with pride.
PO: "I learned that true strength isn't about how much power you can hold in your fists. It's about how much love you can hold in your heart. It's about your friends, your family... the people you fight to protect. That is the real secret to kung fu. And I see a lot of family here today."
The masters don't cheer this time. Instead, a wave of deep, understanding, and respectful nods ripples through the crowd. The formal ceremony concludes, and as the masters begin to mingle, Po slips away to a quieter hall.
INT. HALL OF MASTERS - CONTINUOUS
The hall is peaceful. Po stands alone before a new, beautifully painted portrait of Master Shifu, which holds the highest place of honor. He reaches out and gently places his hand on the portrait.
PO: (His voice a soft, heartfelt whisper) "It won't be the same without you, Master. This is a great responsibility... and I'm going to do my best to make you proud."
"He is proud of you, Po."
Po turns to see Master Yang standing there, his expression full of warmth and respect.
MASTER YANG: "As am I. You have not just learned kung fu; you have shown us all what it truly means."
At that moment, the rest of Po's family enters the hall—the Furious Five, Zhen, and his two fathers. They gather around him.
LI SHAN: (Placing a hand on his son's shoulder) "Your journey began when I lost you. Now... a new one begins because the world has found you."
ZHEN: (Bowing her head respectfully) "We'll keep the Valley safe while you're gone, Master. I learned from the best."
MONKEY: (Grinning) "Just try not to invent any new kung fu styles that involve falling off a cliff, okay?"
VIPER: (Her voice warm and full of care) "Be safe, Po."
Tigress simply looks him in the eye, her expression one of deep, absolute respect. "Don't keep the world waiting."
Finally, Mr. Ping pushes through the group, holding a large, steaming, and ridiculously overstuffed travel bag.
MR. PING: "This is all very touching, but a Grand Master cannot teach on an empty stomach! I packed enough dumplings for a week. And your favorite bean buns. And some broth, in case you get a chill. And a napkin!"
Po laughs, a warm, genuine sound. He takes the bag of food from his dad and pulls his entire family into a massive group hug.
He then pulls back, now holding his new staff, and turns to face the grand entrance, looking out at the world beyond the Valley. He gives his family one last, brilliant smile, then turns and begins his new journey down the great staircase.
As he walks toward the horizon, a final thought settles.
And so, as the valley celebrated, Po walked toward the rising sun, knowing that legends are written not in battles won, but in hearts transformed.