The mountain mist churned and roiled, shrouding the sky and earth. But it was nothing like a fairyland, because not every mist that rose became a fairyland.
Zhang Yang stood atop a boulder. The dragon shadow between his brows gradually faded, while a crystalline Pseudo-Dragon Tear rested in his palm. His gaze was deep and thoughtful.
Over the past ten days, he had consumed ten Pseudo-Dragon Tears, gaining 10 points of Strength and 10 points of Agility. Adding the 1 point of Intelligence he had gained from successfully visualizing the Dragon Soul Talisman, his body had already undergone a certain degree of rebirth.
But this still did not count as reaching the limit of ordinary mortals in this world.
If he remembered correctly, the primary attributes of that Heretic Black Knight were: Level 55, Strength 48, Agility 30, Intelligence 9, Charisma 12, Ironflesh Level 15, Power Strike Level 12, and Weapon Mastery Level 15.
The primary attributes of the Salion Kingdom's top infantrymen, the Salion Imperial Guard, were: Level 55, Strength 30, Agility 30, Intelligence 18, Charisma 24, Ironflesh Level 15, Power Strike Level 12, and Weapon Mastery Level 13.
As for Zhang Yang: Level 16, Strength 27, Agility 26, Intelligence 22, Charisma 6, Ironflesh Level 5, Power Strike Level 5, and Weapon Mastery 0.
Combining the intelligence he had gathered and comparing these three sets of data side by side, he could more or less draw a conclusion.
The top infantrymen in human kingdoms truly were one in ten thousand. Only after enduring trial upon trial did they finally have a chance to break through to that level.
Take veteran Robert, for example. He was only one step away from becoming an Imperial Guard, but that single step was as impassable as a heavenly chasm. He did not even