This potion was an overbearing blender, capable of forcibly shattering the human body's original limits.
It broadened what the meridians and blood vessels could withstand, allowing the body to undergo a painful yet effective, substantive leap.
Without this potion, no matter how peerless your talent was, no matter how much or how quickly you absorbed, you would be stuck at this foundational stage for the rest of your life, never touching the threshold of higher-level power.
And the most fatal point—the one that displeased Su Li.
In the very corner of the parchment scroll, a line had been written in tiny letters: an ironclad rule.
"The potion formulas and core ingredients are all secret monopolies passed down by the Orenda royal family. Should any of the kingdom's great families wish for their descendants to advance, they must swear an oath of absolute loyalty and submit an application to the royal family along with vast funds and military merit. Only after assessment may they be granted a single bottle."
Su Li cursed outright, his frustration burning in his chest.
The Orenda Kingdom's royal family had all the potion formulas and materials capable of bringing about qualitative transformations in strength clenched tightly in its own hands.
That was equivalent to holding the lifeline of every great noble and high-ranking knight in the palm of the royal family alone.
Without a potion bestowed with the royal family's approval, even the most monstrously gifted member of your family could only ever be a lowest-tier thug.
This class rigidity was simply outrageous to the extreme.
Leaning against the comfortable headboard, Su Li began making the most objective assessment of his own combat strength.
According to the rank classifications on this parchment scroll—
A first-rank knight, also known as Iron rank, possessed twice the physical ability