I'm really not Kamen Rider

boom!

In the rumbling explosion, the three shadow clones were submerged by the explosion almost instantly and turned into smoke.

The body of Tiandao hung upside down and landed firmly on the ground, watching the smoke and dust rising over there.

Amidst the burning flames, Tiandao's figure stood out so conspicuously.

Zimli watched all this blankly, watching the fight between the game administrator and the contestants, watching the powerful power displayed between the two, and didn't know how to face it.

"That...me..." Zimli hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to speak out: "Tiandao player, are you..."

"Ah?" Tiandao turned his head and looked at Zimli: "What's wrong?"

At the moment when Tiandao's attention was distracted, a dark purple floating cannon suddenly flew out from the smoke of the explosion and appeared at an extremely fast speed. Even though his whole body was burned red, the flying speed of this floating cannon was not at all. Not slow.

"Be careful!" Tiandao couldn't see it because he turned around, but Zimli saw all this, so he immediately warned.

But it seemed a little late. The moment Tian Dao turned around, the floating cannon had liberated its outer shell, revealing its inner body, which was something like a helmet, and instantly covered the red fox's mask, turning it Completely encased.

The escaping current was displayed in the form of garbled data hacking codes, causing Red Fox to kneel on the ground involuntarily.

"Huhu."

He limped out of the fire wave, clutching his chest, sparks escaping from his body. Although the Jumu armor looked embarrassed, it still withstood such an attack and did not completely disintegrate.

Although the price paid was quite high, as the three floating cannons had been completely destroyed and could not be resurrected, the two he had hidden also worked effectively and successfully controlled the red fox.

Jumu's control power completely overrides the authority of the driver used by the contestants. Once it is controlled, there is absolutely no way to break away.

Opening his hand, Tormu appeared in front of Zimli again with the flame as his back.

"Well done, Zimli." Kiroli expressed his admiration: "If you hadn't attracted his attention, I wouldn't have been able to control him so easily."

"Me?" Zimli pointed at herself: "I don't have that idea!"

"That's not important anymore." Although he lost more than a little bit in the operation, Kiroli did have to admit the fact that his skills were inferior to others, but the process was not important. What was important was the fact that he had won.

"Now, Red Fox" Kiroli gasped a few times: "Drive for our Grand Prix"

Bang!

In front of everyone, the red fox that was supposed to be controlled suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke and turned into a piece of wood in front of Kiroli and Zimli.

The hood Kiroli used only covered one end of the wood.

"What?!" Kiroli was astonished. He had not yet grasped the expected victory. The scene in front of him was simply...

"It seems that the damage simply deducted by the ninja cannot kill you with one blow." The Ninja Fox appeared again, and this time it appeared directly in front of Kiroli.

Now that all the floating cannons have been lost, Kiroli has no other means, and he can't even react when he sees the red fox appearing in front of him.

He opened his palm and slapped Kiroli's chest with one hand. Different from the power of the Kamen Rider, the palm technique used to stimulate his mind brought a new experience to Torme at this moment.

"Heaven-covering palm!"

After slapping with one hand and intertwining it with the other hand, Tiandao applied more than a dozen palms to Kiroli's body in a very short period of time, without giving him any chance to react.

"What is this?!" A strange force spread throughout his body. Kiroli was shocked when he saw the four words "Cannot Understand" displayed on his mask.

"You are not a Masked Rider at all."

Before the subsequent words were finished, Tiandao slapped the last palm, activating the countless power left in Kiroli's body from the previous slap to detonate it. The concussive effect of the Heaven-Shielding Palm burst out in an instant, causing Kiroli's body to explode. It emits a terrifying shock wave and generates powerful repulsion from the inside out.

The sleeves flew and rags scattered in all directions. Kiroli's clothes were completely torn apart and turned into fragments on the ground. The phantom driver he wore around his waist also flew out, streaking across the air. The graceful arc fell aside.

Kiroli, who was naked except for his boxers, stared blankly at the red fox in front of him. He had completely exited the transformation posture and had no idea what had just happened.

boom!

With a punch to Kiroli's stomach, Tiandao forced him to wake up and no longer maintain that sluggish look.

"Can you tell me now?" Seeing Kiroli kneeling on the ground in pain, clutching his stomach, Tiandao squatted down, keeping at least a parallel line of sight with Kiroli.

"Everything about the Grand Prix."

"Ahem, cough, cough." Although Tiandao had already held back, the punch still made Kiroli almost vomit out bile: "Is your real goal the Grand Prix?"

"To be precise, it's you." Tiandao stood up, walked a few steps, and picked up the illusion drive. He had no intention of returning it, but put it away directly: "The power that can shape the world at will, as far as I know I know that only the Creator God has this ability.”

"Is the real leader behind your game the God of Creation?" Tiandao looked down at Kiroli who was kneeling on the ground: "Such a bad taste, taking this kind of game for fun."

Kiroli didn't say anything, just covered his stomach, in great pain.

"You temporarily closed the live broadcast, but I think it won't be long before I can hide it. Everything I did will be exposed soon, so." Tiandao leaned down, grabbed Kiroli's hair and forced him to raise his head and look at him.

The emerald eyes turned into a silent concentration in an instant, and the dark eyes looked at Kiroli's eyes like a vortex, and invaded Kiroli's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant, like a fish in the sea, swimming in the sea of ​​consciousness of others.

Mainly playing a quick battle, Tiandao had no intention of torturing Kiroli, nor did he plan to deceive him, but used his own will to arouse Kiroli's consciousness, confuse his personality, and let his memory open completely.

Then he went directly into it, swam in the sea of ​​consciousness that Kirori had been tempted to open, and browsed his memories.

It might have taken a long time in the sea of ​​consciousness, but in the outside world, it was just the moment when the two looked at each other.

After finding what he wanted, Kirori's eyes dimmed, and he rolled his eyes and fell into a coma, while Tiandao stood up with satisfaction.

"So that's it, from the future." After slowly opening his eyes and getting the part he wanted from Kirori's memory, Tiandao had a deeper understanding of the Desire Grand Prix.

Their origins, the origins of those spectators, and even the so-called God of Creation.

"I thought it was really a God of Creation like the Black God who was behind the scenes, but I didn't expect it to be this case." Tiandao rubbed his eyebrows: "The stone statue of the Goddess of Creation can respond to the carrier of all wishes."

As a game administrator, Kirori did know a lot of things, and the harvest he got from luring him out with all his efforts can only be said to be a great harvest.

"Then what's next?" Before he finished speaking, Tiandao already felt the strong gaze from behind.

He turned around and looked at the woman with her hands on her chest behind him.

"What do you want to do?" Tsumeli moved her mouth: "Tsumeli."

"What I want to do is unfair to you, Tsumeli." Tiandao's voice softened a little: "I'm sorry."

"There's something I want to tell you." Tiandao's eyes were filled with guilt.

"Let's break up."