Following Jiang Rong's instructions, Lin Yu also found the tent where the Ten Great Tribes were gathered.

Before pushing the tent flap and stepping inside, Lin Yu prepared a dozen different scenarios in his head.

Interrogation, questioning, bargaining, flattering… any of those were possible.

He even prepared for the worst: that a host of Black Marsh experts lay ambushed behind the tent, waiting to swarm in and subdue him the moment he entered.

But…

None of the above happened.

What greeted Lin Yu was not any of those things.

It was… mundane.

He pushed the tent flap and walked in. The representatives of the Ten Great Tribes rose one by one, introduced themselves, and offered greetings to him, this Rakshasa.

Then…

That was it.

They arranged a seat for Lin Yu, exchanged greetings and introductions, and then nothing more.

The representatives of the Ten Great Tribes were not deliberately ignoring Lin Yu, they simply started to chat normally about the ongoing matches.

“Whoa, our fighter got some impressive trophies again!”

“Jiang Rong has already announced the new rules…”

“We have to thank this Rakshasa, this Glory Festival is actually more entertaining than the previous ones!”

“We should consider making these rules permanent.”

“Let’s watch a bit more, don’t rush to a conclusion!”

These conversations were so ordinary, it was as if Lin Yu were truly just an ordinary predetermined champion and they had merely invited him to watch the matches.

It left Lin Yu a little baffled.

But soon, from those snippets of conversation among the Ten Great Tribes’ representatives, Lin Yu understood the reason.

He had underestimated the straightforwardness of the Black Marsh people!

Even these seemingly cunning and shrewd “high-ups” inevitably bore the habits of the Black Marsh.

The simple reason they only exchanged greetings with Lin Yu at this moment was plain…

Because the negotiations with Lin Yu the Rakshasa were already finished!

As Lin Yu had expected, when Jiang Rong arrived earlier, the representatives of the Ten Great Tribes had probably been watching the exchange between him and Jiang Rong, even offering Jiang Rong timely pointers.

So essentially, Jiang Rong truly could, in the literal sense, fully represent the Ten Great Tribes.

And Lin Yu’s speech had persuaded and moved not only Jiang Rong but also those Ten Great Tribes’ representatives who had been listening behind him; they all believed what Lin Yu said.

Giving Lin Yu the “predetermined champion” status and instituting temporary rules was already the chosen solution.

Therefore, in the eyes of all the “high-ups”…

With Lin Yu leaving the assembly, the matter was already concluded!

If something was already decided, there was nothing left to negotiate.

Although their invitation to Lin Yu did not come from purely innocent motives, essentially they had no intention of pursuing further negotiations.

“Looks like these guys really just want to win my favor by inviting me to watch the matches…”

Lin Yu couldn’t help but muse.

Frankly, these high-ups were still part of the Blood Kingdom and had risen within their respective tribes.

Though their positions required them to be a bit more calculating than ordinary tribe members, that didn’t magically make them a different kind of person who didn’t fit in with the rest of the world.

They still retained a very blunt temperament.

“In that case, I’ll just enjoy the match…”

Lin Yu reflected, then began to observe the arena.

This was a good opportunity to study Black Marsh customs and the methods different tribes and races used.

Many players had already died; aside from himself there were eleven survivors. Observing the remaining players’ techniques might prove useful later.

After all, this experience had already proven that observing NPCs and other players and collecting information was genuinely useful.

If he hadn’t remembered so much intelligence about the Rakshasa from the Mad Banquet Beyond Heaven, he could not have gained such immense power by pretending to be a Rakshasa this time.

Because of that, he had directly slain a Third Tier player in a frontal confrontation!

A player of renown on the leaderboard!

Lin Yu did not consider his true strength greater than Twenty’s.

“So, the Fraudster’s potential really is high…”

“As long as I know the Ten Realms well enough and possess enough intelligence that most players don’t have, the ceiling I can reach inside a dungeon will far exceed my native strength.”

And the players Lin Yu wanted to kill who were far stronger than him were not limited to Twenty!

Whether from the Psychological Society or the Marauders…

“If I have the chance, I need to deal with them as soon as possible!”

Lin Yu considered in his mind, then looked at a Half-Beast seated next to him.

Although the representatives of the Ten Great Tribes did not intend to scheme against him…

Lin Yu suddenly realized he could scheme against them.

“Just watching would be too much of a waste of such a good opportunity…”

Thinking that, Lin Yu addressed the Half-Beast beside him.

“Hey, you… what race are you?”

“You look human, but also like Beastkin… your scent doesn’t belong to either—strange,” Lin Yu added.

The Half-Beast glanced at Lin Yu and replied in a bad mood.

“I’m a Half-Beast!”

Lin Yu blinked. “Half-Beast… you mean you’re a hybrid?”

“Which parent is the monster, your father or your mother?”

At Lin Yu’s words, the Half-Beast instantly grew furious, his vision darkening for a moment.

“You Rakshasa! Half-Beast means having half Beastkin blood… both my parents are Half-Beasts! So I’m a pure-blood Half-Beast!”

“Do you understand… pure-blood Half-Beast!”

Seeing him get angry, Lin Yu left him hanging and turned to the Blood Rakshasa beside him.

“You should be one of the higher-ranked among the Blood Rakshasas, right?”

That Blood Rakshasa nodded, cautious because he couldn’t quite guess Lin Yu’s intent. “Yes.”

After a quick appraisal, Lin Yu clicked his tongue softly.

“Strange, I thought those crude red markings were a custom made by your tribe’s fools, a lower-class practice to fool the idiots in your tribe. You as a high-ranking member do this too?”

“Bloodline power doesn’t become purer just by painting yourself red!”

Lin Yu said earnestly, trying to advise.

There was more than one Blood Rakshasa present, and all the Blood Rakshasa representatives looked displeased.

The Blood Rakshasa closest to Lin Yu grit his teeth, but maintained restraint and spoke calmly.

“This isn’t to purify our bloodline power, it’s simply our custom… not much different from tattoos, body paint, or wearing bone ornaments.”

Lin Yu shook his head. “Mostly, it doesn’t even look good.”

Then he looked toward the Barbarian representative seated farther away.