"Neo, things are different this time. Last time, your physique far surpassed mine. This time, we're evenly matched physically. Under those circumstances, I can beat you with one hand."
Andrew's arm coiled around Neo's hands like a snake. Then he lashed out with a kick, striking Neo in the chest and sending him flying.
Unwilling to give up, Neo attacked again. Andrew really did fight him with just one hand. His arm bent freely as though it had no bones, and before long, he struck Neo in the cheek, making him stagger backward.
"That's not scientifically possible."
Neo couldn't help complaining. At the same time, he inwardly cursed Andrew for being petty. All he had done last time was show off by fighting Andrew with one hand. Andrew had actually held that grudge until now.
"There's nothing unscientific about it," Andrew said. "I briefly make my bones intangible. That produces this effect."
Neo looked thoroughly dejected. His fighting skills had already been inferior to Andrew's. Now that Andrew had devised this sort of "magic," he was even less of a match for him.
"At least we're on the same side now."
That thought ran through Neo's mind. Then he pushed off with both feet and flew into the sky. Drawing a compact submachine gun, he sprayed bullets down at Andrew from above—if he couldn't win at close quarters, he would fight at range.
Andrew swiftly dodged the bullets, then used a nearby wall to leap high into the air, kicking at Neo's head. Rather than alarmed, Neo was delighted. Andrew was hard to deal with on the ground, but jumping into the sky was clearly asking for death.
Neo flew backward, easily evading Andrew's attack. Then Andrew began to fall, and Neo seized the opportunity to raise his gun and