Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

Ma Zhan took the lead, pushing off with his foot on his brother's shoulder and launching himself forward.

His body began to spin rapidly in mid-air like a top.

Two short-handled axes drew two circular arcs of light on either side of his body, the axe blades cutting through the air with a sharp hum.

At the same time, he activated the buzzing sound, and the dark yellow light in his pupils shone brightest in that instant.

Ma Rong followed closely behind, unleashing his Rock Breath at the same moment his brother launched his attack.

His skin instantly changed from its normal bronze color to a grayish-white, rocky texture, and rough stone patterns appeared on the surface of his muscles, making him look like a stone statue that had been given life.

He took a step forward, his foot creating a deep crack in the ground, and then he charged towards Long Aotian like a boulder launched by a catapult.

Long Aotian stood still, watching the two people attack at the same time.

He stepped aside, and the spinning axe of the horse flew past his ear.

After dodging, he shifted his body slightly to the other side, causing Ma Rong's shoulder to miss. Due to inertia, he lurched forward several steps before barely managing to stop.

After regaining his footing, Ma Rong turned around and stared at Long Aotian with his eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep in his rock-breathing state, before lunging at him again.

This time, Long Aotian didn't dodge. He stood still and punched Ma Rong directly in the chest.

The fist collided with the chest with a dull metallic clang.

Long Aotian felt a shock coming from his knuckles. He looked down at his fist and then looked up at Ma Rong's chest.

His brow twitched slightly, and he murmured softly, "Rock Breathing Technique?"

Ma Rong's lips curled into a smile. He looked down at Long Aotian, who was half a head shorter than him, and said with a hint of smugness, "You know your stuff!"

He raised the axe with his right hand, the blade once again glowing with that scorching dark red light, and then chopped it down at Long Aotian.

At the same time, Ma Zhan completed a new round of rotation, and the two axes in his hands rolled over from the side like two high-speed rotating fan blades.

Long Aotian's pupils suddenly contracted as he was surrounded by the three axes.

Then his body slumped down like a bent bamboo, his knees bent at an almost impossible angle, and his entire body almost touched the ground.

Three axes simultaneously struck overhead, the blades colliding and exploding into a blinding cloud of sparks.

As he ducked to dodge the attack, Long Aotian lightly tapped the ground with his feet, and his body spun around his feet.

He slid more than ten meters while spinning, and when he stood up again, he was already standing far away at the other end of the square.

His long hair spread out as he spun around, with a few strands falling onto his shoulders.

He straightened up again, then put his right hand behind his back and raised his left hand, a very faint golden-red halo beginning to appear in his palm.

The surrounding air vibrated slightly, emitting a very low and deep hum.

His pupils slowly changed from deep black to a pale gold.

Just then, a deep, synthesized electronic voice came from the air: "Attack Ride—Invisible!"

The hornet brothers heard the sound at the same time and instinctively looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.

The two men quickly assumed a defensive stance, back to back, with their axes raised in front of them and their eyes scanning their surroundings rapidly.

The air in the square fell silent for a second.

Then, the Imperial Knight appeared out of nowhere behind the horse warrior, his magenta armor reflecting a dazzling luster in the afternoon sun.

Before Ma Zhan could turn his head, Di Qi had already raised his right hand.

The hand wearing a black glove slapped Ma Zhan on the back of the head.

The slap was incredibly powerful, sending Ma Zhan flying backward.

His body spun around in the air like a top spinning at high speed before crashing heavily to the ground.

A flurry of stars appeared before his eyes, and his mind went blank.

Without pausing, at the same moment he sent the horse flying, he pushed off the ground with his left foot and, before Ma Rong could switch out of his Rock Breath state, punched him directly in the abdomen.

Ma Rong's eyes widened suddenly. He bent over slightly, but the impact of the punch still traveled through his abdominal muscles to his internal organs, causing him to lose his breath for a moment.

Emperor Knight withdrew his fist, then shook his wrist and walked to stand next to Long Aotian.

His calm voice came from inside the helmet: "Two against two, that's fair."

The streets around the square were already crowded with onlookers.

Some people were eating half a watermelon with a spoon, while others were carrying skewers they had just bought from a street vendor, with steaming hot lamb still skewered on the bamboo sticks.

An old man moved his chessboard to the side of the street and continued playing chess with his friends while watching the fight.

The woman selling tofu stood at the front of the crowd, holding a fresh bowl of tofu pudding. She was eating while craning her neck to look into the square, occasionally commenting to her neighbor, "That young man in the red armor is quite skilled."

Several children sat on the branches of an old locust tree by the street, swinging their legs and looking down at the fight in the square. They also stuffed snacks into their mouths as they watched.

Lin Xingran and the other two struggled to push their way forward from the back of the crowd.

Lin Xingran led the way, pushing through the crowd with her hands and saying, "Excuse me, excuse me."

Lin Ying followed behind her second sister. Her silver-white hair still stood out in the crowd. Several children whispered after seeing her, "Sister's hair is so beautiful."

Just as they squeezed to the front row, they saw Emperor Knight and Dragon Pride standing in the center of the square.

Long Aotian was facing away from them, his long hair covering half of his face, but his tall and handsome figure was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Lin Xingran slapped her thigh, her voice filled with regret and frustration: "Oh dear—I'm too late!"

Then she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted towards the center of the square, "Ye Yang! Don't kill them! Capture them alive! They'll get you a lot of credits!"

Decade didn't turn around, but simply raised his right hand and gave a thumbs-up to indicate "Received".

Just then, a gentle and familiar voice came from behind the three sisters.

"You guys—school's not on holiday today, is it?"

Lin Xingran's body stiffened abruptly. Lin Yumin's shoulders also tensed slightly. Lin Ying's fingers, gripping her second sister's sleeve, tightened involuntarily.

The three people turned around at the same time.

The former principal of the Federal First Military Academy, Tang Yanqiu, was standing behind them.

She was also carrying a wicker basket for bread, with a few unsold pineapple buns left in it.

Lin Xingran's voice stammered, "Principal... Principal... What a coincidence... What are you doing here... We... We're here... to do social practice! Yes! Social practice!"

Tang Yanqiu smiled gently. Then he took out three pineapple buns from the basket and handed them to Lin Xingran, Lin Yumin, and Lin Ying in turn.

"Hmm, what a coincidence. Here, try the bread the principal made."