The field of vision instantly expanded greatly; even looking straight ahead, I could see my shoulders. The dark alleyway that had just been pitch black suddenly became as bright as day. The garbage everywhere and the sewage pits near the drainage pipes were clearly visible, and many subtle sounds also entered my ears. Vision and hearing increased significantly, and I also gained night vision capabilities that were infinitely better than night vision goggles.
Looking down, the silver-white metal belt was very conspicuous against the black and white armor. The joints like the shoulders, elbows, feet, and knees had ring-shaped armor, which was much thicker than other parts.
The armor on the left and right sides was not dyed magenta like in the tokusatsu show, which made Greer feel a bit fortunate. As a real man going out in a full set of red, it genuinely takes some courage. He completely didn't understand why they would add the very feminine magenta to Kamen Rider. Was it perhaps to combine strength and softness?
This armor did not look metallic from the outside; instead, it resembled a leather-like bodysuit. Although I was wearing a helmet, I felt no weight at all. The armor on my body felt like skin, not only as light and thin as gauze but also not affecting the movement of any joints. It possessed both strength and flexibility, a material I had never even heard of.
Before I could examine other parts, the two black men appeared at the mouth of the alley behind me. Their habitual thinking led them to look towards the depths of the alley, not noticing Greer in the shadow formed by the streetlight on the right wall behind them. Coupled with the fact that Greer's black and white Diqi Armor in the night was equivalent to having a stealth bonus, the two burly men failed to spot Greer for a moment.
Adhering to the principle of 'Strike first, suffer later!', Greer unhesitatingly swung his left fist at the black man closest to him. The speed was so fast and the force so strong that it created a punch wind, accompanied by a slight 'whoosh! whoosh!' sound. This left hook heavily struck the back of the head of the black man closest to Greer.
With a 'thump!' sound like knocking on a gourd, the sturdy man, nearly two meters tall and weighing over two hundred catties, fell forward in response, his head hitting the ground full of sewage with a heavy thud. Water splashed everywhere, and he fainted without a sound. The sound of his head colliding with the ground was very loud in the quiet alley, causing his companion standing to his left to turn his head.
However, just as his neck began to turn, Greer, whose nerve response speed had also been enhanced, took a step forward. His raised right leg shot out like a highly compressed spring, striking the man's abdomen with a heavy blow that cut through the air. The sturdy man felt as if he had been hit by a truck in the abdomen; his entire body was sent flying backward, his back hitting a car across the street with a loud 'bang!'. The intense pain caused his vision to black out, and he fainted instantly.
The immense force caused the car door to dent inward significantly, and the glass shattered in response. The car immediately emitted a piercing anti-theft alarm, which was exceptionally loud in the quiet night.
"Whoa, that was too loud." Greer was startled. It would be bad if the alarm attracted the Police. If he were discovered in this state, he would definitely be in big trouble.
In his previous life, he had seen news reports that billions of dollars had been invested to develop exoskeleton armor, only to produce something that was just for show, still miles away from practical implementation. But his Diqi Armor had directly turned a 'weakling' into a 'Superman'. With just a punch and a kick, he had knocked down two strong men. His strength alone had increased by at least dozens of times. Coupled with this material that was as soft as silk and stronger than steel plates in defense, it was simply a mobile treasure trove. Such an unimaginable thing, let alone individuals, even countries would desperately try to seize it.
Even detransforming wouldn't help. It would still be difficult to explain if he encountered the Police. His clothes and chest still had a lot of blood on them. He didn't know if the ID card generated from the Decade Driver on his body was real or fake. If it was fake, he wouldn't know how to explain how he got here. Transmigration or something like that would probably be even more attractive than the Diqi Armor on him, after all, with determination and a hundred years or so, one could develop exoskeleton armor, but for transmigration and rebirth, even mysticism would have to kneel and sing 'Conquer'.
These thoughts raced through his mind. Greer, full of unspeakable secrets, chose to make a strategic retreat. Just as he was about to lift his leg to leave, his peripheral vision caught sight of a dark brown wallet lying quietly on the ground near his feet. It seemed to have fallen out when the guy he kicked flew away.
"Hmm..." After only half a second of hesitation, Greer bent down and picked up the wallet. He had searched his only two pockets earlier and found them cleaner than his face; besides the Decade Driver, he didn't have a single cent, and he didn't even know where his breakfast would come from tomorrow. With the thought of 'spiritual compensation', Greer put the not-so-thin wallet into his pocket with a clear conscience.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one had arrived yet, Greer, holding the wallet, bent his knees and jumped up forcefully, rising seven or eight meters off the ground, easily leaping onto the roof of the two-story building on the right. Compared to walking, the rooftop was safer; no one would install surveillance on a rooftop, as it couldn't generate revenue.
Turning back to look at the alley below, Greer's heart was filled with immense joy and excitement. Even clenching his fists couldn't stop them from trembling. He hadn't even used his full strength yet, and he had knocked down two strong men with a punch and a kick and jumped onto the roof of a two-story building. What would happen if he went all out? He might even be able to fly.
Either of the two strong men still lying below could have lifted him with one hand and pressed him against the wall to rub him, but now they had been sent flying by him with a punch each. Such powerful strength, as a battle-five-Slag in his previous life, he could only imagine it in his mind.
"Kamen Rider Decade, I am Kamen Rider now, I am Kamen Rider Decade." Greer couldn't help but clench his fists. All the tension and panic from earlier had disappeared, replaced by overwhelming excitement. If the environment had allowed, he would have wanted to let out a long howl towards the sky.
Who wants to be a battle-five-Slag? In his previous life, so many so-called national martial arts masters were popular, wasn't it because many people wanted to practice martial arts to enhance their strength? Greer was one of them; he learned some flowery moves for a few years, but the practical effect... well, he probably went from battle-five-Slag to battle-five-point-zero-one-Slag.
Although it is said that fists cannot solve all problems, they can solve most of them. Now he also has the strength to solve most problems. Leaving aside other things, when arguing hasn't escalated to fighting, a simple empty-handed brick break can make people retreat in fear and subdue the enemy without fighting.
Standing on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the two strong men lying on the ground in the alley below, whom he had defeated, Greer felt a surge of heroic spirit, feeling as if all things were nothing, lacking only a hint of disdain in his eyes. Well, to put it bluntly, he was swollen with pride. He hadn't had a chance to be swollen for over twenty years in his previous life. Now that he finally had the chance, he should swell quickly, otherwise, he would deflate soon.
Miscellaneous thoughts surged uncontrollably, but Greer didn't pay attention to them. His attention was focused on the front, where buildings of varying heights stood. Remembering the parkour videos and movies he had watched, Greer's eyes were filled with fervor. He spread his legs and began to run forward with large strides. The twenty-meter-long rooftop took only one or two seconds to reach the other side.
With a forceful jump, his body soared into the air, drawing a graceful arc in the dense night sky, crossing the road nearly twenty meters wide in the middle, and landing lightly on the top of the building on the other side, as easily as stepping over a floor tile.