Early the next morning, Wind Thunder Mountain Range.
The sun rose, breaking through the darkness.
As the morning mist had not yet cleared, the sound of wind and thunder suddenly rose at the mountain valley's peak.
A person stood at the mountain valley's peak, bare-chested, with muscles knotted like dragons and serpents, his bones like a framework of tigers and leopards. He was practicing martial arts under the morning sun's first light.
As his fists moved, ripples appeared in the void where his fists passed, accompanied by sonic booms. The rocky ground under his feet sunk as he stepped, and just as a Dragon Subduing move was completed, the wind and clouds changed as if a true dragon had ascended to the sky.
