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

The news that Ye Yang was going to have a showdown with Wang Yu in the arena exploded like a bomb with a lit fuse on the campus forum of the Federal First Military Academy.

The incident started when someone took a blurry photo near the playground.

Wang Yu's signature speed blur came to an abrupt stop in front of Ye Yang, the two of them standing face to face, with the three Lin sisters beside them.

The poster used an extremely sensational title: "Breaking News! Young Master Wang provokes Young Master Lin in the street, Kamen Rider Decade appears to accept the challenge! See you at the arena during lunch break today!!!"

As soon as the post was published, the replies started scrolling wildly within minutes, and the entire forum was like it had been filled with boiling water.

"Really?! I was there when Wang Yu was slammed against the wall by a handsome long-haired guy at the last banquet! And he still dares to come today? Does he have some special feeling for walls?"

"More than that! At the last banquet, Ye Yang brought up his mother's matter in public, and the Wang family lost all face! They must have been holding back for a long time to come and ambush people! But I heard that Wang Yu has been training particularly hard recently, and his speed has broken through again. His speed-type awakened ability is one of the best in the entire third grade."

"So what if he's fast! He's facing a Kamen Rider! He single-handedly wiped out an entire mercenary squad! He's the man who kicked a Mormon into fireworks! Have you forgotten that video from the factory last time?!"

"Did you guys even see him sing?! I just squeezed out of the rehearsal room, and Ye Yang's rendition of 'Take It All Away' is still ringing in my ears! I listened to that incredible high note on my knees!"

"What do you mean by 'suddenly pulling up a scallion from dry land'? I came to see Kamen Rider, what's with this singing thing? Wasn't he here to fight?"

"Bro, go search for 'I'm just a passing online singer,' and when you come back, you'll find that the hero you idolize is actually an R&B master. I just came from the rehearsal hall, and the hallway was packed with people. There was a girl crying so hard her false eyelashes fell off."

The discussions on the forum are getting increasingly outrageous.

People started placing bets, and the odds were adjusted several times in a short period of time.

Someone created a comparison chart of Ye Yang and Wang Yu's combat power, marking each form of Decade with detailed data on punching power, kicking power, jumping power, and running speed, and also attached Wang Yu's 100-meter speed record from the last physical test.

Some people even photoshopped their images into various movie posters.

After scrolling through dozens of pages of posts, a student finally commented: "What are you guys still doing here on the forum! The front-row spots in the arena are almost all taken!!!"

The arena of the First Federal Military Academy is located on the east side of the campus. It is a silver-gray oval building that looks like a flattened bird's nest.

The arena was already packed, with the circular stands filled with students in school uniforms. A few who arrived late and couldn't find seats simply sat cross-legged on the steps in the aisle.

The battle area in the center of the arena is a circular field with a diameter of several tens of meters. The ground is paved with special alloy plates that can withstand extremely high-intensity energy impacts.

A ring of light blue energy barrier generators was embedded around the edge of the arena. The barrier had not yet been raised, but the generators were already humming and preheating.

When Ye Yang pushed open the side door of the arena and walked in, a deafening cheer erupted from the stands.

Someone was holding a phone and chased the train all the way from the rehearsal hall to the arena. Several sports students who had just run over from the training field were still carrying dumbbells they hadn't had time to put down.

Another group of students, who had clearly come from the library, were carrying thick textbooks on tactical theory, but their eyes were fixed on the center of the field.

The most eye-catching person in the crowd was a boy wearing a baseball cap. He was holding a temporary cardboard support sign with the four characters "Dry Land Pulling Onions" written crookedly on it, and next to it was a cartoon Decade helmet that was breathing fire.

Several classmates next to him held up another support sign that read "Ye Yang, you made me cry," and the handwriting was exactly the same as that of the girl outside the rehearsal hall who had cried so much that her false eyelashes had fallen off.

Several slits opened in the arena's dome, and dozens of small technological spheres flew out from the slits, hovering above the arena and slowly rotating around the field.

They are equipped with miniature high-speed camera systems that can capture the fast-moving images of speed-type awakened individuals at thousands of frames per second, and can also scan the athletes' physical data in real time.

Lin Xingran looked up at the small balls that were adjusting their angles and nudged Ye Yang with her elbow:

These small balls are the latest masterpiece from our school's research department. They can project your body data in real time onto a large screen—heart rate, blood pressure, energy fluctuations, muscle fatigue—every indicator is displayed clearly.

"Moreover, its high-speed camera capability has been specially optimized for speed-type awakeners. Even if Wang Yu is as fast as lightning, it can record and replay every single one of his movements."

"See those big screens? Four of them, four angles, no blind spots. If you win, your slow-motion close-up of transforming into Kamen Rider Decade will be shown on the big screens several times."

Ye Yang looked up at the small spheres floating above his head, then at the packed stands around him, and suddenly a question popped into his head: "Does this thing record my energy levels during my transformation?"

Lin Xingran was stunned for a moment, then said in a tone as if she had discovered a new continent that it was possible that the whole school would be able to see the energy fluctuation curve when you transform on the big screen.

On the opposite side of the arena, Wang Yu, surrounded by several underlings, had already begun putting on his equipment.

Today he was wearing a set of dark-colored competitive protective light armor. The shoulder pads, knee pads, and wrist guards were all the latest models from the Han family, with extremely fine energy conduits embedded in them, which shimmered with a pale blue light under the lights.

One of his underlings was kneeling at his feet tying his shoelaces, another was adjusting the energy shield generator on his back, and yet another was holding a water bottle and a towel, looking like he was serving a boxing champion who was about to enter the ring.

While flexing his wrists, Wang Yu glanced at Ye Yang and then a signature smug smile appeared on his lips.

Several small balls circled around him a few times, scanning him from head to toe, and his body data immediately popped up on the big screen.

Lin Yumin stood next to Ye Yang, her gaze sweeping over the technological spheres, and began to explain the principles of the arena in her characteristically calm tone:

"The shield system in this arena uses the Federation's latest 'Realistic Damage Stacking' technology. The shield will automatically activate after you enter the combat area, forming an extremely thin energy film on your body surface."

"This membrane has two functions—first, it simulates real pain based on the intensity of the attack received; the greater the attack, the more realistic the pain. Second, it also simulates the effect of death. When the damage your body suffers exceeds a critical value, the shield will determine that you have died and automatically shatter."

"In gaming terms, this membrane is like a resurrection suit. You get slashed, hit, and kicked inside; all the sensations are real, but it doesn't cause any actual fatal damage."

"The feedback from graduates is that after dying once here, they are not so afraid of going to the battlefield."

Ye Yang processed those words in his mind for a few seconds, then tilted his head and asked in an extremely serious tone, "So I can use my ultimate move inside? Without worrying about kicking Wang Yu into a firework?"

Lin Yumin paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Theoretically, yes. He'll feel a sharp pain the instant the shield shatters, then be ejected from the combat area. As for the fireworks—it shouldn't be that bad."

Lin Xingran was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight, repeatedly saying that Wang Yu might experience what it felt like to be kicked away by the Imperial Knight today, and she was really looking forward to it.

Just then, a series of screams suddenly erupted from the audience.

A group of girls in the front row were chanting slogans at an extremely high volume and in perfect unison: "Ye Yang, Ye Yang, you're the best! You're the strongest, pulling us up from the ground!"

Then another group of boys stood up, not to be outdone, and shouted loudly, making a megaphone shape with their hands: "Hu Yanbin, you made me cry!!!"

The two sides glanced at each other, then simultaneously began to cheer, neither willing to give in.

A few people were whispering among themselves about the line in the lyrics, "Leave our dog," saying that Ye Yang was a hero who saved the dog.

Wang Yu had broken free from the entourage of his underlings and strode confidently to the center of the arena.

Several small balls immediately surrounded him, shining light on him from different angles.

He spun around a few times, his speed creating a whirlwind that made the hair of one of his underlings stand on end.

Finally, he stopped and stood still, then waved to Ye Yang, his smug smile deepening even further.

"Young Master Ye, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come. Let me tell you, if you lose later, don't act like a big shot—I don't want you to go back and complain to the Lin family that I bullied you."

Ye Yang took the Decade Driver off his waist. The driver automatically put on the device the moment it touched his fingers. The white base reflected a matte magenta under the faint green light emanating from the crystal core.

He raised his right hand, brought his index and middle fingers together, and gently touched his temple, saying in a calm and casual tone, "Who wins and who loses—it's still uncertain."

The cheers from the audience reached their peak at that moment.

Several small technological orbs flew to his head at the same time, scanning him from head to toe, and his body data popped up on the big screen.

Lin Yumin had already taken out her phone at some point, and she held it firmly with both hands, pointing the camera at Ye Yang.

Lin Xingran leaned over to look at her older sister's phone screen and teased her in a meaningful tone:

"Big sister, why are you recording Ye Yang so much lately? You used to only record embarrassing moments between me and Lin Ying, but now your phone's photo album is full of videos of Ye Yang—rehearsing, singing, walking, eating. You still haven't deleted the one you recorded at the karaoke bar last time, have you?"

Lin Yumin didn't turn her head, continuing to hold her phone firmly with both hands, and deliberately slowed her speech as she said, "Because he's more useful than you. And Ye Yang is cute, unlike someone who only opposes me."

Lin Xingran clutched her chest, making a face as if she had been hit hard.

Lin Ying stood at the front of the fence, her hands folded on the railing.

Then she took a deep breath and shouted in a much louder voice than usual, "Ye Yang—Go for it!"

Ye Yang turned his head and glanced in their direction, then gave them a thumbs-up and shook it.

Lin Xingran nudged Lin Ying with her elbow, lowered her voice, and whispered something in her ear that only the two of them could hear:

"You were really proactive today—cheer him on and tugged at his sleeve. How are you going to reward him if he wins?"

Lin Ying blushed instantly, her face turning bright red to her ears. She then buried her face in her arms in a fluster and said in a very soft voice, "Second Sister, don't talk nonsense. There's no reward."

Lin Xingran didn't press for details, but just chuckled several times beside her.

The energy barrier of the arena officially rose at this moment, and a light blue light membrane enveloped the entire battle area.

Dozens of small technological balls adjusted their angles simultaneously, and real-time close-ups of Ye Yang and Wang Yu appeared on four large screens at the same time.

The cheers from the audience gradually subsided, replaced by a tense yet expectant silence.

Wang Yu's legs were slightly apart, his center of gravity lowered, and a faint cyan energy halo began to appear around his body.

That's a sign that a speed-type awakened individual is about to activate their acceleration ability.

Ye Yang twisted his neck and took a card out of the card box with his right hand. The card face flashed a dark red light under the arena lights.

He twirled the card between his fingers, then looked up at Wang Yu, who was constantly accelerating, and a smile that only he understood appeared on his lips.

When speed clashes with speed, it comes down to who's faster.