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

Emperor Knight and Long Aotian stood in the center of the square. They both turned their heads at the same time, their gazes falling on the pair of assassin brothers opposite them.

Ma Rong was staring intently at them with his deep eyes.

Ma Zhan had just gotten up from the ground, with the bump on the back of his head from the blow he'd received from Decade.

He smirked and mumbled a few greetings to Decade's family.

"Give me the smaller one," Decade and Long Aotian said in unison.

The two of them paused for a moment, then spoke at the same time: "Then I'll bet the higher one."

The two exchanged a glance, remained silent for a moment, then Long Aotian took half a step back, gestured with his right hand towards the Imperial Knights, and said humbly, "Since you've offered your assistance, you may choose first."

Imperial Knight crossed his arms, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pointed his finger in the direction of Ma Rong and Ma Zhan, muttering something under his breath:

"Selecting soldiers and generals, riding horses to fight, those with money drink, those without get out—whoever is selected is selected."

Ma Zhan couldn't hold back any longer. He took a step forward, pointed at Imperial Knight's head, and his voice trembled with anger: "Big brother! They're bullying us too much!"

Ma Rong didn't speak, but his jaw was clenched tightly, clearly he was also suppressing something.

Ma Zhan took another step forward, pointing at the large white cross on Imperial Knight's chest and shouting, "Hey! You! The one in the red armor! The one who slapped me away just now! What kind of skill is a sneak attack! Let's fight one-on-one if you dare!"

Decade tilted his head, a hint of a smile in his voice, and said, "Great, saves me the trouble of choosing."

He lightly touched the ground with his foot and darted to the side.

Ma Zhan gripped his double axes, the dark yellow light in his pupils gleaming once more, and the low buzzing sound filled the air the instant the buzzing breath was activated.

He roared and charged towards the Imperial Knight, brandishing his double axes, the blades drawing two sharp arcs in the air.

Imperial Knight dodged to the side, his body nimbly avoiding the axe blade, his feet already touching the ground and leaping several meters away, leading the horse to the other side of the square.

Ma Rong activated his Rock Breath, instantly covering his entire body with grayish-white stone patterns, and his feet created two deep cracks in the ground.

Then he charged towards Long Aotian like a moving mountain.

Long Aotian was squatting on the ground, one hand supporting his knee, the other pointing at the ground, carefully observing a line of ants carrying bread crumbs.

"This ant is really strong; it can carry things three times its own size."

Before he could finish speaking, Ma Rong's fist had already come crashing down.

Without even raising his head, Long Aotian lightly shifted his body slightly to the side, and Ma Rong's fist grazed his ear and slammed into the ground, instantly sending shards of stone flying.

Long Aotian finally stood up. He casually brushed the dust off his knees, then looked up at Ma Rong's rock-hard face and let out a soft breath.

He nodded to the crimson-armored man who was busy fighting an assassin in the square and said, "Start the fight."

On the other side, Ma Zhan's axe swings were so fast that the naked eye could only see a blurry flash of light.

A faint red light clung to the blade of his axe, each strike aimed at the Imperial Knight's vitals.

Imperial Knight used footwork to dodge continuously.

With his hands behind his back, he moved his upper body between the two axes with the ease of a stroll in his own backyard.

Ma Zhan swung his axe down again, and Di Qi leaned back, the axe blade grazing the white fork on his chest and missing its mark. The momentum caused Ma Zhan to stumble forward half a step.

Taking advantage of this half-step opening, the Imperial Knight raised his foot and kicked Ma Zhan straight in the chest, sending him flying several meters away.

Ma Zhan slammed his back against a stone pillar at the edge of the square, letting out a muffled groan, but he quickly bounced off the pillar.

He wiped his mouth hard, then gripped his double axes and assumed an attack stance again.

Decade stood still, smiled at him, and then took a card from the card case at his waist.

The card flashed a red light in the sunlight—Kamen Rider Kuuga's Ride Card.

"If I'm fighting you, this is a better option." He pulled the handles on both sides of the belt outwards, and the crystal core lit up with a ghostly green light.

The card slid into the slot, and he gripped the handle with both hands and pushed it towards the center.

"KamenRide—Kuuga!"

A red halo exploded from the center of the belt, and the Kuuga armor solidified from its energy state.

As the light faded, Kamen Rider Kuuga appeared before everyone.

His entire red armor gleamed like flames under the midday sun, and the sealing energy emanating from his wrists and ankles scattered into tiny golden specks in the air.

He slowly lowered his hands, which were folded over his belt, and stared intently at the horse battle ahead with his red compound eyes.

Ancient Lindo script appeared on his red breastplate, like patterns left by flowing lava, flickering slightly with his breath.

The overall texture of the armor is completely different from that of the Decade Knight.

Kamen Rider Decade has a mechanical, metallic style, while Kuuga has a strong biological feel, as if the armor wasn't worn but grew out of his body.

At the edge of the square, Lin Xingran almost dropped the pineapple bun in her hand.

She caught it somewhat clumsily, but she didn't control the force of her fingers well, and the pineapple bun was crushed into a large flat piece.

"What? How did he suddenly transform into a different suit of armor? And this armor feels so biological. Is this one like some kind of crustacean?"

"No, it's like a mixture of flames and muscles. It's just so strange! How many outfits does he have? Isn't one enough?"

Lin Yumin stood beside her, her deep brown eyes fixed on the red figure in the square.

Her brows furrowed slightly. She had seen Ye Yang transform into a magenta armored man who could kick a silent beast into fireworks with a single blow.

But now he has brought out another suit of armor, and judging from the transformation effects and the texture of the armor, the fighting style of this suit should be completely different from that of Decade.

"It seems this younger brother is far more capable than we imagined. His last mention of 'the two thousandth skill being transformation' might actually refer to more than one transformation."

Lin Ying stood behind her older sister, holding the pineapple bun given to her by Principal Tang, her light gray eyes fixed on the red figure in the square.

On the other side of the square, Long Aotian caught Ma Rong's fist with one hand.

He turned to look in Decade's direction, and as he saw the red armor solidify from the magenta light and shadow, his eyes lit up, and he let out a heartfelt exclamation: "More than one form? This friend is indeed a hidden master."

Then he came to his senses, looked at Ma Rong who was still struggling to break free from his grasp, and with a slight flick of the back of his clenched right fist, he raised Zuo Quan and slammed it hard into the center of Ma Rong's chest.

The moment the fist struck the rocky skin, a visible golden ripple spread outwards from the point of impact.

The ground beneath Ma Rong's feet cracked several times, and he staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

At the other end of the square, Ma Zhan looked at his new red opponent and his Adam's apple bobbed.

His fingers tightened unconsciously around the axe. He had witnessed the speed and power of Kamen Rider Decade, but facing this red Kuuga form, he had an indescribable feeling.

Kuuga raised his right hand and beckoned to Ma Zhan, his long, golden horn reflecting a sharp golden light in the sunlight: "Come on."

Ma Zhan took a deep breath, the dark yellow light in his pupils shining brightest, and he pushed the vibration frequency of the buzzing breath to its limit.

His whole body darted left and right as he ran.

He rushed in front of Kongo, slashing down with his double axes, the blades leaving two intersecting dark red arcs.

Kuuga crouched slightly, letting the axe blade glide past his head, while simultaneously sweeping out with his right leg, his toe precisely hooking the ankle of the charging horse, using its momentum to trip him up.

Ma Zhan's body swung sideways in mid-air, but as a top assassin, he remained calm and quickly adjusted his body.

Using the spin from being tripped, he performed a beautiful front flip before landing firmly on the ground.

He had barely landed and hadn't even had time to readjust his center of gravity when Kong had already used one hand to support himself on the ground and spun half a circle upside down.

He brought his legs together and kicked backward, his heels striking the center of Ma Zhan's chest with pinpoint accuracy.

Ma Zhan was kicked and staggered back several steps before he could barely regain his balance.

Kuuga used the force from the kick he received from the horse battle to brace himself on the ground with one hand.

His body flipped in the air before landing steadily on the ground.

Ma Zhan looked down at the two shoe prints on his chest, then looked up at the red armored man in front of him who was casually stretching his wrists.

He roared, the dark yellow light in his pupils became exceptionally dazzling, and the buzzing sound became even sharper.

He stopped testing the waters and charged straight at the fastest speed.

As I watched him rush towards me, I bent my knees slightly and leaped high into the air.

His red body drew a graceful parabola in the air, leaping right above Ma Zhan's head.

As he spun in the air, he slashed down with his right leg, his heel carrying the momentum of the spin as it struck Ma Zhan's crown.

Ma Zhan reacted extremely quickly, simultaneously raising his two short-handled axes, the blades of which crossed to block my heels.

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the square, causing several spectators nearby to cover their ears.

Kuuga landed steadily on the ground, his crimson compound eyes looking at the horse warrior still gritting his teeth and enduring the ordeal. He nodded slightly and said with a hint of appreciation, "Very agile. How about this?"

He took another card from the card box—the Kuuga Mode Mastery Card, its edges shimmering with a sky-blue glow.

The moment the card entered the belt slot, a deep, electronic voice rang out: "Form Ride—Kuuga Dragon!"

Kuuga's entire red armor was instantly covered by a layer of flowing sky-blue energy.

The red breastplate was replaced by lightweight sky-blue armor.

His black limbs remained unchanged, but the thickness of his armor was noticeably thinner, and the protective structure at the joints became more flexible.

The crimson compound eyes also turned into a translucent blue-green, like luminous sapphires in the deep sea.

Before Ma Zhan could even process the change in the blue-armored man before him, Kong had already moved.

He took a step to the side, and his entire body appeared more than ten meters away.

Ma Zhan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Without giving his opponent any time to react, he took the card case from his waist and casually tossed it to the ground.

The card case deformed in mid-air, making a crisp mechanical folding sound, and before landing, it had turned into a strangely shaped stick.

The staff was long and smooth, with rounded golden tips at both ends. Ancient Linduoshui inscriptions were engraved on the surface of the staff, which shimmered with a faint blue light in the sunlight.

Kuuga caught the Azure Dragon Staff with one hand, his fingers lightly twirling the staff, causing it to spin smoothly in his palm.

The two ends drew layers of golden arcs in the air, and the whooshing sound of them cutting through the air was even deeper and more powerful than the sound of the horse battle axe being swung.

His deep blue compound eyes peered through the spinning stick as he watched his opponent, and he said calmly, "I'll keep you company to the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent his knees and rose up again.

The Azure Dragon form's jumping power far surpasses that of the All-Around form; this jump reached a height of over ten meters, directly clearing the canopy of the old locust tree at the edge of the plaza.

He flipped halfway in the air, then gripped the staff with both hands and swooped down at high speed along with the Azure Dragon Staff, the rounded tip of the staff aimed straight at Ma Zhan's skull.

Ma Zhan gritted his teeth and dodged to the side. The stick grazed his shoulder and pierced the ground. In an instant, gravel flew everywhere, and a crater the size of a bowl was pierced into the ground.

The moment Kuuga landed, his feet barely touched the ground before he pushed off with his feet, propelling his body forward again, right in front of Ma Zhan.

Ma Zhan could only see a blurry blue afterimage before he saw Kuuga appear in front of him, holding the Azure Dragon Staff high.

The golden clubhead gleamed blindingly in the sunlight as it slammed down on Ma Zhan's head.

Ma Zhan hurriedly raised his double axes to block, the axe heads catching the falling clubs above his head. The impact sent a shiver down Ma Zhan's spine.

With a flick of his wrist, the staff spun half a circle in his palm, and the tip slid down the edge of the axe blade, striking precisely the inside of Ma Zhan's right wrist.

Ma Zhan's fingers went limp, and the axe slipped from his right hand and fell to the ground.

I didn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

The Azure Dragon Staff seemed to come alive in his hands, spinning as he swept it downwards. The staff tip struck Ma Zhan's knee precisely, causing his legs to buckle and nearly causing him to kneel.

Then he gripped the middle part of the stick with both hands and thrust it forward, the blow striking Ma Zhan directly in the chest, causing him to fall backward.

Kuga lunged forward, then swept his staff horizontally, the tip striking the side of Ma Zhan's left-hand axe precisely, sending Ma Zhan's second axe flying.

He then followed up with a sweeping blow, the tip of the stick sweeping across Ma Zhan's ankle and knocking him to the ground.

The horse slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He lay on his back, his chest heaving violently, the dark yellow light in his pupils almost completely gone.

Before he could even get up, I was already standing in front of him, gently pressing the tip of my staff against the center of his throat. The golden tip of the Azure Dragon Staff gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

"Game over." Kuuga gripped the staff with one hand, his deep blue compound eyes calmly looking down at his opponent.