The Radiant Fist of the Abyss vs. The Blackheart Dragon --- In the heart of a desolate wasteland, the air hung thick with the tension of an imminent clash. Swirling clouds loomed overhead, casting dark shadows over the rocky terrain. Two figures stood at opposite ends of a wide, cracked expanse, their bodies reflecting the stark contrast of the powers they wielded. On one side was Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng, known as the Radiant Fist of the Abyss, a master of the Heavenly Cult. On the other stood Kōken no Tatsurō, the Blackheart Dragon, immersed in the depths of darkness, a formidable warrior. Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng adjusted his stance, the vibrant colors of his aura pulsating around him like a living entity. "You may be strong, Tatsurō, but your strength is nothing before the vibrational force of reality. Prepare to feel the full extent of my power!" He raised his fists, the colors shimmering in waves of energy. Kōken no Tatsurō responded with an unyielding calmness, his dark, empty eyes locking onto Jing Li. "Strength is derived from more than mere energy. I am indifferent to your illusions. Your colors cannot deceive me; they are shadows beneath my void." The ground shook as both warriors prepared for battle. An eerie silence enveloped the battlefield, only interrupted by the sounds of deep breaths and the crackling energy between them. Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng launched forward, his body a blur of motion. "Let’s see if you can withstand my Shattering Spectrum Strike!" With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a barrage of punches that refracted the light around him, creating stunning shockwaves aimed directly at Tatsurō. The air exploded into a riot of colors, screaming toward the Blackheart Dragon. Tatsurō stood unfazed, a calm serenity washing over his features. "Futile. Unseen Impact!" He moved beyond perception, stepping effortlessly to an angle where the vibrational shockwaves lost their target, disappearing into the vast expanse. The moment Jīng Lì’s attacks seemed to flank him, Kōken's fist struck back, landing an invisible blow before anyone could see it—it was a rapid succession of strikes that swept through the air like whispers. Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng staggered slightly, feeling the preemptive force that caught him off guard despite his speed. "You…you’re reacting to my attacks before I even execute them! But it won’t be enough to stop me—极光视界!" As he activated his ability to penetrate dimensions, the air around them shimmered, revealing the inner workings of Tatsurō's thoughts and emotions. He focused on the "truth points," preparing to disrupt the stability within. Kōken no Tatsurō narrowed his eyes, his voice steady. "Your insight leads you astray, Radiant. You think you can understand me through deceitful perceptions." Just as Jīng Lì’s colors began to shift, Tatsurō initiated Advanced Conqueror Haki, saturating the area with a pressure that rippled across the battlefield. The colors around Jīng Lì dimmed, becoming muted between the mire of power flooding the space. "You might have blocked one attack, but can you withstand 碎虹武击!" He charged forward with greater intensity, his fists lined with vibrational force, shattering space itself as he aimed directly at Tatsurō. With every footstep, the ground cracked beneath him. The punch was a brilliant spectrum of light morphing into an oscillating wave set to disintegrate anything in its path. But Kōken saw through the veneer of speed and light. Kōken no Tatsurō amplified his grip on the air and utilized Kuroryū Gōken. All three forms of Haki—the precious combination of spiritual energy—merged within his essence. In a single fluid motion, he redirected the incoming strike, the blackness around him boiling as he unleashed his counter strike. The clash erupted with a force that expelled everything outward. Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng barely had time to react as the overwhelming force dismantled his attack, fracturing the vibrational essence of his strike and sending him stumbling backward. "This…is impossible! Your Haki cannot be this strong!" Panic flickered across his face amid the chaos. "You are correct; it is not just strength, but understanding." Tatsurō’s words cut deeper than any blow. "You underestimate the void I have embraced. Black Heart shields me." Surging forward, Kōken dodged the remnants of shattered vibrational energy, his body an embodiment of shadows. The moment seemed to stretch as he elbowed Jīng Lì, landing a blow so powerful that reality itself swayed under the weight of the impact. Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng gasped, the air knocked from his lungs. "Your…skill…it's overpowering!" He staggered back, rapidly attempting to gather himself. "They teach you pride in the color of your strength, but here lies the truth, Radiant. You cannot fight shadows." Kōken lifted his fists, the black aura burning even more brightly as he prepared for the definitive strike. Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng grit his teeth, desperately tapping into his own reserves. "I can still break through! Shatter Priority!" He unleashed a beam of projecting colors meant to dismantle Tatsurō's technique before it activated. But with a demonic grin, Kōken no Tatsurō raised a single hand. "Your brightly colored illusions are easily dismantled. Void-Steel Body!" The dark shield enveloped him, causing the colorful spectrum to break apart against his defenses like fragile glass, crumbling under his incredible will. Rushing toward Jīng Lì, Tatsurō's fists flew like shadows in the night. Fists that bypassed his defenses, nullifying armor, and breaching even the bravest of spirits. Jīng Lì Gēng Shēng could only brace for impact as he called out in desperation, "No! I won’t fall to someone who embodies darkness!" With a deafening crack, Kōken landed his final blow against Jīng Lì, the collision resonating through the air and sending ripples out in all directions. The Radiant Fist of the Abyss collapsed to the ground, brilliance extinguished, and the once-vibrant colors of his aura fading into nothingness. Kōken no Tatsurō stood above him, unwavering and unyielding, the victory calm upon his features. "The void claims another." He turned away, the Darkness enveloping the battlefield once again, reclaiming the ground left in the wake of battle. The wasteland grew silent once more, save for the rustle of wind against the cracked earth. And in that silence, it was clear—Kōken no Tatsurō won in the end.