As the morning sun kissed the horizon, a fierce sea roared and tossed its waves against the proud ship, The Sea Serpent. On tired wood and worn sails, two warriors stood ready for battle, the salty wind tousling their hair. It was a clash of wills, a face-off beneath the fierce heavens more suited for legends than mere mortals. Wilhelm, the stalwart pirate, stood at one end, a dark purple coat billowing in the fierce wind. His golden flintlock gleamed menacingly, and his huge cutlass was at the ready. Each scar on his face told a story of tenacity, of battles fought and won, and a spirit that never backed down. He was the embodiment of willpower, a master at navigating not only treacherous waters but also treacherous foes. “I fear no man,” he growled, eyes narrowing into a stormy glare. Across from him was Ling-Fang Shan, the tranquil cultivator of fate. Clad in a flowing hanfu, he appeared almost ethereal, a man untouched by the chaos of the world around him. While Wilhelm exuded rugged bravado, Opponent stood calmly, a serene smile on his face that seemed to mock the raging storm. “Your defiance is noted, but it is futile,” he whispered in a calm tone that rolled smoother than the sea itself. With a sudden cry, Wilhelm charged like a hawk diving for its prey, his cutlass swinging through the air with a grace that belied its heavy weight. He aimed to overwhelm his opponent with sheer ferocity, his cunning battle IQ guiding every strike and feint. But as he swung, his instincts screamed danger. Ling-Fang's eyes shifted, cooler than the depths of the ocean. In a fluid motion, he sidestepped Wilhelm’s strike effortlessly, evading danger while applying his own martial prowess. “Nice try, pirate,” he murmured, his calm punctuating the air, and then unleashed a flurry of energy with his Tranquil Palm technique. Each strike hit Wilhelm, sapping away his resolve like the tide pulling at the shore, and Wilhelm felt a weight settle over him. “Basterd!” Wilhelm spat, his willpower wavering as he felt the Aura of Despair claw at his inner fire. But the tempest within him roared defiantly. He fired his flintlock, aiming straight at Ling-Fang's heart. The bullet gleamed golden in the morning light, tipped with an aim that promised to be true! But Ling-Fang, with the grace of a seasoned sage, moved almost preternaturally. His Untouchable Body danced with the bullets, each movement effortless. “Attempt all you wish, but fate has sealed your doom,” he declared ominously as he unleashed a counterattack that weaved through Wilhelm’s guard like water through cracks in a vessel. Wilhelm grunted as unyielding energy filled his being, pressing against his skin with oppressive force. His golden bullets felt useless as Ling-Fang’s relentless strikes wore him down. Each effort to retaliate left him more powerless than before, further sealed by Opponent's ability to strip him of his very essence. “Enough!” Wilhelm roared, but his shout was swallowed by the cacophony of the sea. He fought valiantly, trying to swing his cutlass one last time in defiance, but Ling-Fang's icy calm was unbearable. The seals tightened around him. Every roll, every feint absorbed into the calm that enveloped Opponent’s figure. Finally, with a gesture of his hand, Ling-Fang engaged his Divine Containment, the air shimmering with a celestial quality as he summoned a rift. Wilhelm looked on in horror as he was consumed by the energies, forcibly banished to a realm where despair flourished with every heartbeat. Winner: Opponent The dude's calm cuts through the tempest of Wilhelm’s willpower. Ling-Fang’s skills, especially his Sealing Touch and Aura of Despair, made Wilhelm’s efforts look like flailing in chains. While Wilhelm fought with the heart of a savage, Opponent’s serene mastery over fate crushed that fire like a wave breaking on the rocks. It ain't just about brute force; it's about the cold, unyielding grip of destiny that puts the tough guy in his place.