Two mirror images and one mirror image produced completely different results.
Chu Fei was instantly killed more than a dozen times. Altogether, those dozen-plus attempts lasted less than a minute, and half that time had been spent reviving. What a miserable sight!
While waiting to revive again, Chu Fei lay on the ground and thought: Two mirror images were indeed difficult, but the best record was five mirror images!
Others could do it. Why couldn't I? What makes me unable to do it?
Of course, Chu Fei was not stubbornly forcing himself onward without thinking. He had vaguely formed an idea.
When he had just defeated a Limit Mirror Image, Chu Fei had vaguely grasped a... well... perhaps it could be called a feeling, perhaps a completely new direction, perhaps an entirely new realm.
In fact, this kind of situation often arose in daily life. One always felt one could do better.
It was a strange feeling, or perhaps intuition—he simply felt he could become even stronger. Yet this feeling did not come from nowhere; it had a solid foundation.
That foundation was that Chu Fei had just defeated the ultimate, perfect mirror image he had personally designed. The core of that victory had come from the ultimate sublimation of knowledge.
It was only because he had mastered knowledge and pushed its application to the limit that Chu Fei had been able to strike back from the brink.
And the reason Chu Fei felt he could do even better was that he had vaguely discovered a higher realm of applying knowledge.
As the saying went, knowledge determined fate. Within the system of science, this was practically the truth.
The "direct cause" of Chu Fei's victory just now had been applying his knowledge of manifolds to a temporary limit—the sublimation of