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Abao's heart skipped a beat.

Master Oogway's face was much younger than he had imagined, and his skin was not wrinkled like old tree bark, although it seemed that all his teeth had fallen out.

But those eyes, those eyes were nothing like an old man's eyes. They were warm and bright, like two bottomless pools of spring water, reflecting the peach blossoms and the world, as if they contained endless wisdom.

"That's really interesting."

Master Oogway, seeing the panda before him, maintained his surprise and murmured to Van Can.

"Perhaps this is fate. My choice of you to be the new Dragon Warrior is a sign of destiny."

Abao felt a little uneasy under their gaze and subconsciously touched his stomach.

"Um... Hello, Master."

He managed to utter a sentence.

Master Turtle's lips twitched slightly, and he smiled as if he were somewhat moved.

Then he turned back and looked back at the valley.

"Okay, very good."

I don't know if they were greeting the panda or talking about something else.

Van Can was not surprised by this.

He knew that Master Oogway would agree.

In the past, the panda clan saved Master Oogway's life and taught him ki, and Po truly possesses unique potential.

"Master, Master!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

Van Can recognized who it was.

Master Raccoon practically charged up the cliff.

Behind him followed the Furious Five: Tigress, Crane, Mantis, Little Dragon, and Monkey.

All five people stood at a distance, bowing respectfully with clasped hands, not daring to disturb the master's meditation.

Master Raccoon strode to the peach tree, his face looking like he'd just eaten a whole bowl of chili peppers and was about to explode with anger.

"Master Oogway, are you aware of this?"

Master Oogway slowly looked at him.

"Know what?"

Master Raccoon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't.

He extended a hairy finger, first pointing at Van Ken, then at A Bao, moving the finger back and forth between the two like an angry bee.

"He," Master Raccoon pointed at Van Can, "the Dragon Warrior you chose, has been in office for less than a day—"

"long time."

Vanken corrected.

"What?"

"He has been in office for less than half a day."

Not just in one day.

"What's the difference between half a day and a full day!"

After being interrupted and having his words diverted by Van Can, Master Raccoon was so angry he couldn't hold his breath.

"He started acting recklessly less than half a day after taking office!"

He wants to groom his friend, whom he has known for less than a day—a noodle shop waiter and a panda who knows no kung fu—as the next Dragon Warrior!

The next one!

He barely settled into his current term before he started making arrangements for the next one!

What does he take the Dragon Warrior for?

Are they stalls in the farmers' market?

"You'd just casually pass it on to your friends, your son, or your grandson?"

Faced with the stern and angry Master Raccoon, Po shrank back and took half a step behind Van Gundy.

Van Cannon remained unfazed and even smiled slightly.

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Master Raccoon became even more furious.

He turned to Master Oogway and became earnest, with the respect and anxiety a disciple has when he sees his master do something wrong.

"Master, you should think twice."

I know you have your reasons for choosing Van Can, and his skills are indeed remarkable, but what he did was outrageous.

The title of Dragon Warrior is not a game; it's not something anyone can just decide to do. And on the very first day, he's already acting so recklessly.

This...this is still with you, if you were no longer here.

I think you really need to reconsider whether he can shoulder the heavy responsibility that comes with the title of "Dragon Warrior."

Master Shifu took a deep breath, using Van Ken's casual selection of Po as the next Dragon Warrior as an excuse—a decision lacking any seriousness and not befitting the role of the Dragon Warrior.

This makes Master Oogway reconsider his decision to make Van Gundy the Dragon Warrior.

"But I think Van Can has a great eye for talent."

Master Turtle chuckled.

"Po is indeed qualified to be groomed as the next Dragon Warrior."

Master Raccoon was stunned, as if he had suddenly heard something extremely outrageous. His face then turned from red to white, from white to green, and from green to purple.

"What?!"

His voice was almost a scream: "This might be the fat panda that Van Cannon chose with his monkey butt thinking, and he can become the Dragon Warrior?"

Master Raccoon rushed to Po.

Abao felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her legs unconsciously pressed together, and she didn't know whether to put her hands in front of or behind her stomach.

"Take a look at this,"

Master Raccoon pointed at Po's leg, his voice filled with disbelief.

"His legs are so short, shorter than his arms!"

Have you ever seen a kung fu master with legs that short?

Ah Bao looked down at his legs.

It is indeed quite short.

"This body of flesh," Master Raccoon continued, "is all fat and looks like a gluttonous and lazy creature."

"He doesn't get up in the morning, doesn't sleep at night, can eat ten steamed buns in one sitting, and has to ask for more noodles than one bowl—am I right?"

"Well……"

"What, am I wrong?"

"That's right, Master, you're absolutely right."

Ah Bao wanted to say something in rebuttal, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.

Fan was still laughing beside him.

Ten steamed buns and a bowl of noodles are really underestimating A Bao's appetite. All of these together are probably just appetizers.

Do you understand the true value of turning a wealthy old man who runs a family-run noodle shop from wearing luxurious silk clothes to wearing coarse linen clothes?

"And this belly,"

Master Raccoon slapped Po on the stomach with a dull thud, like hitting a watermelon.

"With his belly this big, can he even see his toes when he looks down?"

Doesn't his stomach hit his knees when he does a horse stance?

Ah Bao looked down.

The belly did indeed block the view, so the feet couldn't be seen.

His face flushed red, and he secretly turned his head to ask Van Ken.

"Vanken, is my belly... really that big?"

But I remember my belly has always been this big since I was little.

Van Can laughed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Master Raccoon was practically bursting with rage.

"Who said you have a big belly? You just have a big stomach."

The stomach bag is large.

He had lived for twenty years and had been called fat man, big fat panda, or chubby countless times, but this was the first time he had heard such a novel way of speaking.

"Yeah, right." Abao's eyes lit up, and he patted his belly, his confidence starting to return. "No one is born fat. I'm a panda, I just have a big stomach."

He patted his belly, puffed out his chest, and a sense of pride seemed to spring up from nowhere.

"I'm not fat at all."

A large stomach means I can eat a lot, and being able to eat a lot means I have a good foundation in martial arts.

Master Oogway just acknowledged him.

"That's right."

You don't need to listen to him.

Bro, you have a really good foundation.

"His martial arts skills must be amazing."

Van Ken said.

Although his words sounded a bit sarcastic, who can deny that it was actually true?