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

On the other side, Ma Rong's Rock Breath had been pushed to its limit.

His skin was no longer the grayish-white stone pattern it used to have, but instead had a dark metallic sheen. With each step he took, he left a shallow dent in the stone slabs of the square.

He unleashed several heavy punches at Long Aotian in succession, each punch accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound, with enough force to smash through a brick wall.

Long Aotian didn't engage in a direct confrontation; his body moved nimbly through Ma Rong's fist shadows.

Ma Rong threw another right straight punch.

Long Aotian bent down slightly, and as his body sank, he took a step forward, directly burrowing into the inside of Ma Rong's fist.

Before Ma Rong could retract his arm, Long Aotian's left hand had already grabbed Ma Rong's wrist from below.

He bent his right hand and pressed his knuckles precisely on the spot under Ma Rong's armpit where the rock-like texture was sparsest.

Ma Rong's entire right arm jerked violently as if electrocuted.

Long Aotian didn't stop. As he pulled his right hand back, he clenched it into a fist and punched Ma Rong in the right rib.

The moment the fist slammed down, Ma Rong's breathing was abruptly interrupted, and a dull pain shot through his ribs. He instinctively shifted his body to the side.

Long Aotian took a step forward in the direction his opponent was turning to the side, then he loosened his right fist and turned it into a palm, striking Ma Rong in the center of his chest.

The force penetrated the hard surface of the rock and was transmitted directly into his chest cavity.

Ma Rong felt his heart skip a beat from the force of that palm strike.

Long Aotian did not stop after striking with his palm.

The hand that patted Ma Rong's chest spun half a circle in place.

With a flick of his wrist, he extended his index and middle fingers simultaneously, pinching upwards like a pair of small pliers, precisely pinching Ma Rong's nose.

Ma Rong froze instantly. His dark yellow eyes widened, reflecting Long Aotian's serious and focused face.

He tried to back away, but his nose was being pinched in the other person's hand, and every step back made his nose hurt even more.

"Let go—let go—it hurts!!!"

Ma Rong's voice was heavily nasal because his nose was pinched, making him sound nothing like a cold-blooded assassin on a mission.

Long Aotian released his fingers from pinching his nose, then raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, making a gesture as if he were about to poke his eyes.

When Ma Rong saw those two fingers pointing straight at his eyes, he instinctively covered his eyes with both hands.

But he waited for a long time, and Long Aotian's finger did not fall.

He opened his hands a crack and peered through his fingers.

Long Aotian was looking at him with a bright, sunny smile on his face.

The instant Ma Rong lowered his hands, Long Aotian's right fist slammed into his chest.

A layer of golden-red dragon breath energy appeared on his fist, condensing into a fist-sized phantom dragon head in front of his fist.

The moment the fist slammed into the center of Ma Rong's chest, the dragon head exploded, and a golden-red shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, causing stone chips to fly everywhere beneath Ma Rong's feet.

Ma Rong was sent flying several meters away by this punch.

His back slammed hard onto the ground, then rolled several times like a kicked-over sack, finally stopping just next to Ma Zhan.

He clutched his chest and rolled on the ground, his rocky aura completely shattered by the punch. The metallic sheen on his skin quickly faded, returning to its normal bronze color.

A bright red fist mark was slowly emerging on his chest, with wisps of heat rising from its edges.

Long Aotian lightly patted the dust off his hands, then casually brushed his long hair that had fallen over his shoulders behind him, and turned to walk towards Kongwo.

He walked up to Kugo and stopped, then solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed slightly, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your help, benefactor. Your skill is truly admirable. May I ask who you are?"

Standing beside Ma Zhan, Kuuga heard Long Aotian's words, casually retrieved the Azure Dragon Staff, slammed it into the ground, and the staff automatically folded and retracted back into its card box form, hanging back on his waist.

Then he casually waved his hand, and his full armor switched from Kuuga's sky blue back to Decade's magenta, the white cross on his chest shining brightly again in the sunlight.

He raised his right hand and casually pointed his thumb at his chest: "Just a Kamen Rider passing by."

Long Aotian blinked. He tilted his head, looking at the magenta armored figure in front of him, and repeated the unfamiliar words: "Kamen Rider?"

He thought about it and made sure he had never seen the word in any intelligence reports.

But he didn't press the matter; everyone in the martial arts world has a few friends they don't want to reveal their identities to.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute again, his tone becoming more solemn: "Kamen Rider, thank you once again for your help."

Emperor Knight glanced down at Ma Rong, who was still rolling on the ground, and Ma Zhan, who was frantically patting his elder brother's back, then looked up and asked casually, "Excuse me, could you handle these two assassins? I'm at...

Just then, a loud female voice boomed from the edge of the square: "Wait a minute—!!!"

The sound was so loud that both Long Aotian and Di Qi took a step back.

The crowd of onlookers who were eating sunflower seeds by the square all stopped eating.

The tofu lady strode out of the crowd.

She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, revealing her two strong forearms, honed from years of grinding tofu.

She rushed in front of Emperor Qi and Long Aotian, then pushed them both aside.

The Imperial Knight staggered back a small step after being pushed by her. He looked down at the spot on his chest where he had been pushed, then looked up at the middle-aged woman in front of him.

"No, no! You can't take them away yet!" The tofu lady put her hands on her hips, raised her chin slightly, and glared at the two assassins on the ground with the air of someone haggling at a market.

"They just ruined my stall! All the tofu panels were smashed! And a huge bucket of soy milk, which I had just ground. I soaked the soybeans all night, and got up before dawn to grind them—do you know how tiring it is to grind a grain of rice? And they just knocked it over!"

She grew angrier and angrier as she spoke, her voice rising until she was practically shouting, "I was hoping to sell all the tofu today to buy my old man a new pair of shoes! Now look what's happened, not a single piece of tofu is left! You owe me money!!!"

She squatted down and tapped Ma Rong's shoulder with the hand in her hand.

Ma Rong was writhing and groaning in pain, clutching his chest, when she tapped him, and he instinctively flinched.

"It's you! Big guy! Stop playing dead! Didn't you hear me when I called you? And you just ran away without even turning your head! Why are you running away! You crashed the stall and ran away without paying? You think you're some kind of swarm of hornets that I won't dare ask you for money?"

Ma Rong lay on the ground, the fist mark on his chest still faintly burning.

He looked up at the middle-aged woman in front of him, who was wearing an apron and had a fierce look on her face, his teeth grinding together.

"A man can be killed, but not humiliated! My brothers, Ghost Bee, are on the bounty list—to be taught a lesson in the street by a tofu seller like you—how will we face the underworld if word gets out!"

His breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest heaving violently, and a dangerous red light began to appear deep in his pupils.

Ma Zhan was startled by the sudden surge of power emanating from his brother. He turned sharply and saw the red light in Ma Rong's eyes, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Big brother!!! Could it be!!!"

Ma Rong sprang directly to his feet. His body, amplified by the combined effects of the rocky breath and some even more violent force, became even larger than before.

Dark red cracks, resembling magma, appeared all over his skin, with faint traces of scorching energy flowing slowly within them, making him look like a volcanic rock about to erupt.

The temperature in the air was rising rapidly, and the stone slab beneath his feet was slightly reddish from the intense heat.

He threw his head back and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves bounced back and forth on the concrete wall of the square several times, and he stomped two deep scorch marks on the ground.

The tofu lady stood up unhurriedly. She looked at the red-glowing rock giant in front of her, her expression showing no fear, but rather an extremely impatient disdain.

She rolled up her sleeves again, revealing her two complete forearms.

She took a step forward with her right foot, lowered her body slightly, and then threw a punch.

The moment that fist struck Ma Rong in the abdomen, Ma Rong's roar abruptly ceased.

He curled up like a shrimp, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound.

He looked down at the fist that had struck his stomach, then slowly raised his head to look at the middle-aged woman in front of him with a look of disgust. His lips trembled violently, and with the last of his strength, he managed to choke out, "Auntie—what do you do for a living?"

The tofu vendor said calmly, "I sell tofu."

Ma Rong looked at her, and the last glimmer of red light in his bloodshot eyes went out.

He pointed a trembling finger at the middle-aged woman in an apron in front of him: "Selling tofu—selling tofu?"

Then his eyes rolled back, and his body fell straight backward, completely losing consciousness.

Ma Zhan knelt beside his brother, grabbing Ma Rong's shoulders and shaking him desperately, crying, "Big brother! Big brother!!!"

He looked up at the sky and let out a howl filled with grievance and indignation, "I was instantly killed?! Wake up, bro! Weren't you about to unleash your ultimate move? You didn't even use it yet!!!"

Long Aotian stood next to Emperor Qi, watching the scene before him, and let out a soft sigh: "The people on this street are indeed still so unfathomable."

Decade nodded with his arms crossed.

The tofu lady took out a crumpled piece of paper and a ballpoint pen with its tip chewed flat from her apron pocket, squatted down next to Ma Rong, and began to write down the compensation list stroke by stroke.

"Tofu, forty pieces, three yuan per piece—soy milk, a bucket—labor costs—electricity costs for grinding the soybeans—and compensation for my emotional distress—"

She looked up at the two assassins lying on the ground, then lowered her head to continue writing, the pen tip scratching on the paper with a clear, sharp sound in the quiet square.