Identity Lies, a Test of Strength

"Rakshasa? Are you kidding me?"

The burly man looked Lin Yu up and down, then burst into laughter.

"You're not even as tall as me, how could you be a Rakshasa?"

"Furthermore, Rakshasa disappeared a thousand years ago—if you really are a Rakshasa, wouldn't that mean you are my ancestor?"

At this point, the burly man, who had been smiling, suddenly turned pale.

"Wait a minute, are you trying to take advantage of me?!"

"Rakshasa is the ancestor of our Blood Luo clan. You want to be my ancestor?"

As he spoke, the burly man rolled up his sleeves, seemingly about to fight Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's brow twitched as he observed the burly man's reaction.

As the records were indeed correct, the native life forms of the Black Marsh, especially the Blood Country, were truly a bunch of brainless brutes.

My Fraud had barely begun, and the other party was already preparing to turn on me and attack me—it makes absolutely no sense!

But Lin Yu remained calm and looked at the burly man with composure.

"No, I really am a Rakshasa, and I didn't mean to take advantage of you."

"According to your logic, all Half-Demon should kowtow and show filial piety to pure-blooded Demon Race —race is race, and individual is individual; seniority isn't calculated that way."

Lin Yu said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the burly man's anger gradually subsided, and he scratched his head, saying, "Hey? What you said... seems to make sense!"

"But you look completely different from the Rakshasa described in the records," the burly man said thoughtfully. "Legend has it that Rakshasa have red skin, four arms, and ferocious faces..."

He looked at Lin Yu's features.

"Although you look quite ferocious, your other features are completely human—it can't be that the records are wrong, right? They've been passed down through generations!"

Lin Yu shook his head again.

"The records are correct, but I am indeed a Rakshasa... Your 'Blood Rakshasa Clan' claims to be descendants of the Rakshasa Clan, haven't you noticed that you and I actually look very similar?"

Lin Yu pointed at the burly man and then at himself.

The burly man was taken aback for a moment. "You're right, what you said makes sense."

This burly man clearly has a limited brain capacity.

Lin Yu, seeing the other person's appearance, secretly felt fortunate.

It was truly thanks to the fact that the "Blood Luo" were a mentally unstable race—and it was precisely because of the existence of the "Blood Luo" race that Lin Yu came up with the idea of impersonating the "Rakshasa Clan".

According to Shen Bingmiao's information, the Blood Luo Clan... is actually just a group of humans.

They and the Human Race currently existing in the Black Marsh are like Homo sapiens and Neanderthals, and have absolutely no relation to the Rakshasa.

However, this human race did not know what mass hysteria had occurred a thousand years ago. After the Rakshasa collectively disappeared, their tribal leaders, either for some purpose of "inheriting the Orthodoxy" or simply due to hysteria, suddenly began to claim that they were close relatives of the Rakshasa race and had Rakshasa Bloodline.

Then this race began to dedicate themselves to finding red oxalis, squeezing out the juice, and applying it all over their bodies, from infancy to adulthood—which is why the burly man in front of Lin Yu had mottled red skin.

This continued for a thousand years, and the entire Blood Country and even other races in the Black Marsh World became somewhat convinced that the Blood Rakshasa Clan was indeed Bloodline left behind by the Rakshasa Clan!

Based on this, Lin Yu devised a daring Fraud plan.

After pondering for a while, the burly man suddenly had a new doubt. "Wait a minute, you just said... the records are also correct, what does that mean?"

Seeing that the other party had taken the bait, Lin Yu asked the question slowly, "Haven't you ever wondered why your Blood Luo clan, who are clearly more like Human Race and need to apply dye to maintain their skin color, are actually of Rakshasa Bloodline?"

"I thought about this when I was a child, but I stopped thinking about it when I grew up."

The burly man said earnestly.

"The clan says it's because of divine punishment or something... There are many different opinions on the specifics, but it all happened a thousand years ago, and nobody bothers to investigate it anymore."

This was indeed a problem that had troubled many Blood Rakshasa Clan. Lin Yu estimated that in the first few decades or centuries, some Blood Rakshasa Clan might have even realized the Truth because of this.

But now, a thousand years later, the idea that "the Blood Rakshasa Clan is the continuation of the Rakshasa Clan's Bloodline" has been firmly imprinted in everyone's mind like a steel stamp.

Lin Yu looked at the burly man, a confident smile appearing on his face, while a hint of pity lingered in his eyes.

"Well, we are close relatives after all, and in a sense you are my compatriot... So I'll tell you the Truth."

"The reason you don't appear red, and I don't appear red... is because the Rakshasa race inherently possesses two forms."

"We only appear in that red, tall form when we are in battle. In normal times, we look no different from humans—just like the Demon Race."

"Many pure-blooded Demon Race Bloodline possess the ability of 'Ancestral True Form'... Hmm, hopefully, after a thousand years, the Demon Race hasn't lost this ability."

The burly man quickly spoke up, "I've seen what you're talking about before... You mean, the Rakshasa race also has the ability to transform?"

"That's so damn cool!"

His face was full of envy.

Lin Yu nodded. "Yes, we won't activate that state unless it's time for battle—but because we're always fighting and always appear in that form, especially when we encounter other races, that's why the Rakshasa race is always depicted that way in all the records."

Lin Yu spoke calmly and arrogantly, and the burly man looked at him, already believing him to some extent.

But he remained somewhat stubborn. "Even if what you're saying is true... how do I know you're not lying to me?"

Lin Yu remained silent, simply extending his hand.

"Come on, give it a try."

As he spoke, the burly man extended his hand and Lin Yu.

Then...

The next moment, Lin Yu used one hand to pull the burly man away, causing him to stumble.

The burly man was horrified.

"What kind of superhuman strength is this?!"

Lin Yu was also somewhat shocked.

This burly man is quite strong!

I originally planned to use the "Soldier" ability and the arm strength boost from [Mastery of Rock Climbing] to pull my opponent down!

To my surprise, he only stumbled slightly—truly befitting the Black Marsh World!

But Lin Yu didn't reveal his emotions; he simply maintained his mysterious demeanor and spoke calmly.

"Does Human Race build possess such strength?"

"Although he can't transform and his power can't be fully unleashed, it's probably something that even Human Race can't possess, right?"

He spoke calmly and confidently.

The burly man sized Lin Yu up and down.

Regardless of whether this guy is a "Rakshasa" or not, he's definitely not human!

This strength is comparable to that of ordinary barbarians!