'What?'
There was no convenient world-narration to explain to me what just had happened. And as tiny as the cracks in the floor my unfinished strike left were, I would have to be blind not to notice them.
Pushed by the momentum, my fist came all the way down and conquered the last inch that separated my knuckles from the floor, only for the imprint to perfectly match what I would expect from the strike measured precisely by my fist.
'But…'
I gulped my saliva down, forgetting all about my anger, annoyance, and frustration in light of the new mystery that revealed itself to my eyes.
'But I didn't even use any of my spirituality, though?'
Sure, a cultivator would have the performance of their flesh and bones boosted by the mere fact of reaching certain levels of cultivation, but…
"Unless this difference comes from my recent breakthrough, there has to be something else at play here…"