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

Imperial Knight kicked the last Silent Beast away. The Silent Beast's body slid more than ten meters across the shattered mirror ground, crashing into several crumbling mirror walls before finally coming to a stop.

He stood amidst the shattered glass, his magenta armor reflecting countless mirror-like glints.

The scarred man held an axe in his hand, panting heavily. His armor had several dents from the Decade's attacks.

Decade pulled a card from the card case at his waist; the card's face flashed a silver luster under the red light of the Mirror World.

"Since we're in the Mirror World, I'll use this card to fight you."

He inserted the Dragon Rider's Riding Card into the belt slot, gripped the handles with both hands, and pushed them towards the center.

"KamenRide——Ryuki!"

The sound effects emitted by the belt are completely different from those when transforming in the real world.

Several mirror images of the dragon rider armor emerged from different mirrors, converging on the Imperial Knight from all directions, and finally layering onto his armor.

The Decade's magenta helmet was covered with a layer of silver, and multiple parallel horizontal grilles appeared on the front, with metallic red compound eyes peeking out from behind the grille gaps.

The armor on the torso switches in sync, with a pair of symmetrical bright silver arc-shaped breastplates covering the chest, while the shoulder armor becomes black with silver armor blocks embedded on the outside.

The left forearm is equipped with a silver and red dragon summoning device, with the dragon head-shaped summoning device facing the hand.

The dragon rider stood in the center of the shattered mirror. He raised his left hand to look at the dragon head-shaped loading slot on the dragon summoning machine and flexed his wrist.

The metallic red compound eyes beneath the silver helmet gleamed faintly in the reflection of the mirror.

"Now the two sides are evenly matched."

He turned to look at the silent beast that had just crawled out of the pile of shattered mirrors, tilted his head and said, "Let's fight monsters with monsters."

He pulled a card from the card box and neatly inserted it into the slot on his belt.

"Attack Ride—Advent!"

A long, drawn-out dragon roar echoed from the sky above the Mirror World.

The dragon's roar pierced through the layers of mirrors, echoing throughout the entire mirror world.

Immediately afterwards, a red figure emerged from the depths of the mirror.

It was a mechanical red dragon, its body mainly in metallic red and silver, with a long and agile body.

Dragon Eyes are two translucent golden crystals that leave two golden streaks of light in their wake.

The Peerless Dragon twisted its body in the air, and the mirror surface shattered wherever its tail swept across.

Its golden eyes locked onto the silent beast on the ground, and then it swooped down and bit the silent beast's body.

The silent beast let out a shrill scream, its four claws frantically scratching at the air.

Then, Wushuanglong, carrying Moshou in its mouth, twisted its body and flew back into the sky, disappearing into the depths of the layers of mirrors, leaving only Moshou's screams echoing further and further away in the mirror world.

The scarred man looked up as the mechanical red dragon snatched away his silent beast, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He slowly lowered his head to look at the new silver-red knight in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The dragon rider clapped his hands, making two crisp sounds, then raised his right hand and hooked his index finger. "Perfect killing plan—too bad you picked the wrong opponent."

He pushed off with his feet, his body launching forward. His silver-red figure stepped on pieces of mirrors falling from the sky, darting rapidly between the shattered pieces.

The scarred man gritted his teeth, gripped the axe handle with both hands, and swung it down at the afterimage.

As the axe blade fell, the dragon rider dodged to the side, the axe striking a mirror behind him, shattering the mirror instantly and sending fragments flying everywhere.

Before the dragon rider could retract his axe, he slammed his right fist into the scarred man's chest, the fist landing squarely on the dented armor.

The moment the gauntlets collided with the armor, a visible shockwave exploded, leaving a clear fist mark on the scarred man's armor.

The scarred man grunted and took two steps back, but he quickly used the momentum to spin his body and swung his axe horizontally, aiming straight for the dragon rider's waist and abdomen.

The dragon rider's red compound eyes peered through the gaps in the grille at the axe blade slashing towards him. Then, he performed a side somersault, his body spinning in the air as he leaped past the axe blade.

As his body tumbled through the air, his right foot lashed out with the flip, his boot striking the scarred man squarely in the center of his chest.

The impact sent the scarred man flying, his back slamming hard against a still-shattered mirror wall behind him.

In an instant, the mirror shattered, and he slowly slid down, embedded in the broken frame.

Finally, he knelt on one knee, his right hand supporting the axe as he panted heavily.

Dragon Knight took another card from the card box, held it up to his face with his fingers, and said with a playful smile, "Next—it might hurt a little."

He inserted the card into the slot of his belt, then pushed it towards the center again with one hand.

The belt emitted that familiar electronic voice once again: "Attack Ride—Strike Vent!"

The roar of the Peerless Dragon echoed from above once more, followed by a scorching flame of dragon breath descending from the sky, heading straight for the dragon rider's right hand.

The dragon rider raised his right hand, and flames condensed in his palm.

A dragon-head shaped gauntlet weapon covered his entire right hand and forearm.

The dragon's mouth is a mechanical structure that can open and close, and its eyes are two tiny golden crystals. From deep within the dragon's mouth, one can see surging, scorching orange-red energy.

The dragon rider raised his right arm, and the dragon's claws aimed at the scarred man. The orange-red energy deep within the dragon's mouth instantly became blindingly bright.

A thick fireball shot out from the dragon's mouth, trailing a long orange-red tail of flame, and slammed straight toward the scarred man.

The scarred man reacted incredibly quickly. He immediately raised his left hand and slammed it hard on the ground, instantly creating a semi-transparent shield made of mirror energy in front of him.

The moment the fireball hit the mirror shield, it exploded in a blinding flash of light, shattering the shield into countless fragments that flew through the air.

The moment the fragments fell, the dragon rider vanished again.

The scarred man quickly scanned the area from left to right, and then discovered that the dragon rider's figure appeared in every single falling shard of mirror.

The dragon rider leaped out from the falling shard of mirror directly behind the scarred man.

His right fist lashed out, striking the scarred man precisely in the left cheek.

The scarred man's head was violently thrown to the right by the blow, and he was instantly lifted off the ground, tumbling several times in the air.

The axe slipped from his hand and spun into the air.

After landing, the dragon rider bent his knees slightly and leaped up again.

He spun halfway through the air, his red compound eyes fixed on the falling axe.

He stretched his right leg out straight, and then delivered a clean and precise roundhouse kick that struck the falling axe handle with pinpoint accuracy.

The axe was kicked and changed direction, spinning like an arrow as it flew towards the scarred man.

The scarred man saw the axe flying towards him from the air and instinctively shrank to the side.

Finally, the axe struck the scarred man in the broken glass, just centimeters from his head, the handle still vibrating.

The Dragon Rider reappeared in front of the Scarface, raised his right foot high, and then slammed it down on the man's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The scarred man gripped the dragon rider's boots with both hands, desperately trying to pry them open.

The veins on his hands bulged, and his face was flushed red from the exertion, but his foot remained completely still.

The dragon rider looked down at the man struggling on the ground and sighed softly, saying, "Who sent you?"

The scarred man was panting heavily, a trace of blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth from the punch he had just received.

He looked up at the silver-red knight before him, a strange smile suddenly appearing on his face. Then he said, "The one who wishes you dead."

The dragon rider tilted his head and then released the foot that was pressing on his chest.

Before the scarred man could even catch his breath, the dragon rider grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground.

With a flick of his arm, the dragon rider tossed him toward a mirror wall that was not yet completely shattered.

The scarred man did two somersaults in the air before crashing through the mirrored wall and continuing to fly outwards.

The dragon rider raised his left hand, pointed the dragon summoning machine at the sky, and issued a silent command.

The Peerless Dragon emerged once more from the depths of the mirror, twisting its body in mid-air before opening its massive jaws and accurately biting the scarred man who was still tumbling in mid-air.

Then, Wushuanglong suddenly swung it upwards, throwing the scarred man high into the air.

The scarred man's body flew higher and higher in the reflections of countless mirrors, his limbs moving unconsciously in the air.

Dragon Knight pulls out the last card from the card box—Final Attack: Dragon Knight.

He inserted the card into the reading slot on his belt. The moment the slot swallowed the card, the Decade Driver lit up with a golden-red light, followed by the final finishing sound effect.

"Final Attack Ride! Ryu-Ryu-Ryu-Ryuki!"

The dragon rider leaped up, his silver-red body soaring high into the air, then spun around a full circle.

The Peerless Dragon followed closely behind him, then opened its mouth wide and spewed out a breath of fire at a temperature of 5,000 degrees Celsius.

The scorching dragonfire landed precisely on the dragon rider, the flames engulfing his entire body and burning his armor into a fiery red meteor.

Dragon's breath propelled him toward the scarred man who was still tumbling in the air.

Using the thrust of the dragon's breath, the dragon rider adjusted his posture in mid-air, his right leg straight, the sole of his boot burning with flames at a temperature of five thousand degrees.

He left a straight, golden-red trail in the air as he kicked directly at the scarred man.

The moment the right foot struck, a huge fireball exploded, and the shockwave spread violently in all directions, shattering all the surrounding mirrors.

It took quite a while for the aftershocks of the explosion to subside.

After the flames subsided, the dragon rider landed steadily on the shattered mirror ground.

His boots crunched softly on the shards of glass as he slowly straightened up. He then patted the few sparks that clung to his shoulder armor, the silver-red armor gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the remaining firelight.