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

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yu started again. He pushed off with his feet and charged towards the Imperial Rider at an even faster speed than before.

This time, he no longer went in a straight line, but changed direction constantly during his sprint, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right. Three consecutive Z-shaped lines left a series of blurry blue afterimages in the air, each afterimage being closer to the Imperial Knight than the last.

His twin swords left two cold, sharp streaks as he moved at high speed, the sound of the blades cutting through the air sharp and fine, like two swifts swooping down at high speed.

The speed-type awakened students in the audience all gasped in surprise.

A third-year speed-type student couldn't help but say that Wang Yu's zigzag sprint combined acceleration and change of direction extremely smoothly. If his opponent reacted even slightly slower, he wouldn't even be able to see which direction Wang Yu was coming from before the knife was at his neck.

Decade reached into the card box at his waist and pulled out a card using his index and middle fingers.

The card flashed a red glow under the light—Attack Mastery: Stealth.

He slammed the card into the belt slot, then violently pushed the grip with one hand.

"AttackRide—Invisible!"

A magenta halo lit up the crystal core of the belt, and then his entire figure vanished into thin air in an instant.

The small balls that were still rapidly analyzing the data of the Imperial Knights simultaneously lost their tracking targets, and the images on the four large screens all turned into an empty arena floor.

Wang Yu's sprint came to an abrupt halt. He braked sharply to the spot where the Imperial Knight had just been standing, his shoes leaving two shallow friction marks on the alloy floor.

His pupils contracted sharply for a moment, then he turned his head sharply and quickly scanned his surroundings with his eyes.

The Imperial Knight had appeared behind him at some point, its magenta armor intact under the lights, its emerald green compound eyes calmly watching him.

Decade took the card case off his waist, and with a light press of his finger on the surface, the card case transformed in his palm.

The outer shell of the card case slides open to the sides, and the internal structure quickly folds and reassembles, transforming from a square card case into a slender gun.

He raised his hand and pulled the trigger. A magenta energy bullet shot out from the muzzle, leaving a long, thin magenta trail as it flew toward Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's pupils locked onto the bullet flying towards him. He slightly shifted his body to the side, and the bullet grazed his shoulder.

But the Decade's next bullet had already followed, and bullets kept coming out of the muzzle.

Wang Yu weaved swiftly through the hail of bullets, pushing his speed to the limit, each bullet grazing past the hem of his clothes.

The blade occasionally cleaved through oncoming bullets, the bullets exploding on either side of his body, the splashing magenta particles slowly drifting in the air.

He gritted his teeth and charged towards the Decade through the hail of bullets. His speed was indeed fast enough that he could find a gap that was almost invisible to the naked eye in the net of bullets.

But he knew he couldn't keep dodging like that forever. The Imperial Knights' firepower was too dense, and he didn't have the extra energy to fight back. He could only keep rushing forward, trying to close the distance.

Decade stood on the other side of the field, firing the card gun continuously with one hand.

As Wang Yu rushed to a position extremely close to him, he took another card from the card box with his left hand, lightly tapped the card with his fingertip, and then inserted the card into his belt.

"AttackRide—Illusion!"

A crimson halo exploded from the belt. The air on either side of the Imperial Knight distorted simultaneously, and two crimson phantoms emerged from the distorted air.

The outline of the phantom became clearer and clearer, and finally turned into two magenta armored warriors who looked exactly like Decade.

The three Imperial Knights stood side by side in the center of the arena, their three pairs of emerald green compound eyes staring at Wang Yu.

Wang Yu had already rushed in front of the Imperial Knight, and he raised both swords at the same time, slashing them down fiercely at the Imperial Knight in the center.

At the same time, the clone on the left stepped forward and raised its hand to block Wang Yu's right arm, while the clone on the right cut in from the side and grabbed Wang Yu's left wrist.

The two clones exerted force simultaneously, pulling Wang Yu's arms outwards, instantly leaving his groin wide open.

The middle Imperial Knight raised his right foot and kicked Wang Yu in the chest. The boot collided with the chest armor, producing a dull thud.

Wang Yu grunted, his body flying back several meters as he was kicked, the sole of his shoe carving two deep grooves into the alloy floor.

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself on the ground with his twin swords. A clear shoe print appeared on his chest armor, and the readings on his energy shield generator flickered violently several times before stabilizing again.

The audience erupted in uproar.

The tactical theory class representative in the front row, who had been silent until now, pushed up his glasses and said in a tone as if he had discovered a treasure: "Those two clones are real entities, not phantoms. Each clone can attack independently. The value of this ability in actual combat is immeasurable."

A female student who looked like a freshman in the back row asked, "Isn't Senior Wang Yu going to fight three people by himself?"

The class representative thought for a moment and said seriously, "He can't beat him."

His deskmate added an even more hurtful comment: "And the main body hadn't even made a move yet—that kick was delivered with the right foot, and the finishing move card wasn't even inserted."

Lin Xingran stood at the front of the fence, looking at the Decade Rider and his two clones who were readjusting their posture below the field. He put his hands on his hips and had a proud little expression on his face.

Lin Ying stood on the other side of her second sister, her hands gripping the railing, her light gray eyes fixed on the audience.

Off the court, Wang Yu stood up again.

He raised his hand and wiped away non-existent blood from the corner of his mouth with his wrist guard. Looking at the three identical magenta armored figures in front of him, he took a deep breath, then twirled the two short swords in his hands, aiming the blades forward again.

He no longer attacked head-on. He activated his acceleration, pushing his speed to the limit. A visible aura of cyan energy formed around his body, circling the three Imperial Knights as they raced at high speed.

His figure transformed into a constantly flashing cyan arc of light in the eyes of the audience, rotating around the center of the arena. Each time he swept past, he left an extremely thin blade of light in the air, attempting to probe for gaps in the Imperial Knights' defenses from different angles.

The two clones activated simultaneously, chasing after Wang Yu's afterimage from the left and right.

Wang Yu repeatedly used zigzag zigzags to evade them, the blade of his short sword grazing the shoulder armor of his clones several times, creating extremely fine sparks.

He used his speed advantage to shuttle back and forth between his two clones, barely managing to maintain the situation.

The real Decade stood in the center of the arena, watching his two clones and Wang Yu locked in a high-speed battle at the edge of the arena, and reached for his card box at his waist with his right hand.

He picked up a card with his index and middle fingers, and the card flashed a dark red light under the lamp—Kamen Rider Kabuto.

He held the card up in front of him and tapped it lightly: "This is better for playing against you. You said you're very fast—I hope you can keep up with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he inserted the Kabuto King card into the belt slot, gripped the handle with both hands, and pushed it towards the center.

"KamenRide—Kabuto!"

Dark red energy patterns began to appear on the magenta armor of the Decade Knight, spreading from the chest to the whole body. The magenta armor began to change shape under the red light.

The helmet features a distinctive Y-shaped horn reminiscent of a rhinoceros beetle rising from its center, while its compound eyes switch to a clear sky blue.

The magenta armor has been transformed into a deep red and silver-gray mechanical texture.

His shoulder armor became longer and sharper, and the chest armor tapered into a more compact, streamlined shape.

The crystal core of the belt burst into a blinding red light the moment the transformation was complete, and Kabuto's armor completely covered his entire body.

At the same time, the data panels on the four large screens refreshed simultaneously, and all the data of the Kabuto King form began to change rapidly.

At this moment, all the speed-type awakened students in the audience fell silent.

They were just discussing Wang Yu's zigzag sprint and acceleration abilities, but now they're all staring at the newly displayed running speed data on the big screen, speechless.

The head of a research group that had studied all of Decade's publicly available battle records said in a completely devastated tone, "He actually has a speed-type armor, and those stats are much higher than Wang Yu's. Moreover, his punching and kicking power have also increased. This is an all-around type switch, not a form change."

Someone nearby asked him who he was rooting for, and the team leader gave him a knowing look and said:

"As for the conclusion of how to write this battle report tonight, my advice is not to fight Kamen Rider one-on-one, no matter if you are a speed type or any other type."

Kabuto stood in the center of the arena, his sky-blue compound eyes calmly watching the rapidly moving blue arc of light opposite him through his armor.

He rotated his wrist and then assumed a standard fighting stance.

Looking at the speed data on the big screen that completely overwhelmed him, and then at the dark red armored man opposite him who was calmly waiting for him to make a move, Wang Yu gritted his teeth, gripped his twin swords tightly, and pushed his speed to the limit once again.

Kabuto watched as Kabuto continued to accelerate, tilted his head, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Speed ​​type against speed type—it's a matter of who's faster."