"Cough, cough."
"I'm not dead yet."
A faint voice suddenly reached Liu Di's ears.
Fu Qing was covered in blood. With his limbless body, he braced his shoulder against the ground and painfully rolled over.
Blood streamed from the corners of his eyes as he stared at the sky. "Cough, cough, kid, calm down. Don't be rash. What you're doing now has nothing to do with the eighth dimension. Use that little brain of yours."
"Fu Qing?!"
Liu Di froze.
Fu Qing coughed up blood and smiled. "You'll never understand the recovery abilities of my insect race. Don't worry about me. Find a way to kill The Watcher!"
It was as if he had taken a calming pill. The fury in Liu Di's heart instantly subsided by more than half.
The man in the white shirt slowly exhaled.
That was right.
Fu Qing was the fastest man under heaven. He recovered the fastest.
I let my anger get the better of me.
Liu Di closed his eyes again, allowing The Watcher to madly destroy his Sample Space.
"Imagine space as a painting. It's easier to understand that way."
"Treat the Space Urns as paintbrushes, drawing one cube after another."
"This should count as an eighth-dimensional perspective."
"This world is also like an exquisite painting."
"Topological Space gives me multiple angles of observation, like studying the subject before copying it."
"Vector Space provides me with countless details. I can determine the composition, the positions of objects, their sizes, and their proportions."
"The essence of Mapping Space is mental power. It is the blueprint of this painting in my mind, filling it with rich colors."
"Mutually Exclusive Space is like an eraser, wiping away the construction lines I don't want."
"And this painting must ultimately be drawn on a canvas called Sample