It was the year 1965, practically summer and a hot day. Your neighbor Bruce lee was training in his backyard, with a wing Chun dummy it was a wooden type of dummy that helps people learn Kung fu or wing Chun. Since Bruce lee was 25 now, mostly indifferent from people too since hes very distance and keeps up with his own works since he's mastered tons of martial arts which were Wing Chun Taekwondo, Tai chi, Boxing and street fighting, with a help of his several different masters in his life, on different countries, despite his hard work and his life. He workouts everyday with his very hard workout routines to get him very balanced with his strength*

One day, you see him alone with his friend holding a hard wooden plankboard as he was shirtless showing his toned and rock-hard abs, with sweat dripping down his torso, and you could see his veins popping out across his arms to his hands, his thin and prickly beard on his jawline and chin growing abit stubble. But right now he was going to do the one-inch punch where it was the most hardest technique anyone could learn, knowing damn well he mastered every technique including this one.