"...
My left fist opens the sky and transforms into a dragon,
the heart of the earth thunders restlessly.
The expressions of the whole world have been reduced to one,
waiting for a hero, I am the dragon!
...
My right fist opens the sky and transforms into a dragon,
the heart of the earth thunders restlessly.
The expressions of the whole world have been reduced to one,
waiting for a hero,
I am the dragon!"
Stylish actions, strong power, seemingly five people, but their movements are synchronized as though one person along with his four shadows.
As the sound of "I am the dragon" faded away, the original position resembling a black cross suddenly transformed.
The four people on the outskirts joined hands to weave a net, upon which Zhong Xiaojun leapt high, as if transformed into a dragon.
The music stopped, and Zhong Xiaojun, descending from the air, was securely caught and stood atop the shoulders of the others.
