Joseph saw an ash-blonde guy following Jacob while the latter approached him. He had gone to meet him just to find a guard stationed outside the villa, telling him that Jacob was busy doing Alchemy with his new apprentice and had ordered not to be disturbed by anyone unless it was an emergency. Joseph had left him a message, and then he had gone back to Linda's courtyard to cultivate in peace.
"Hey, Joe, I got your message. I'm really curious about your progress. Just be careful, you are stronger than me, and I'm not in the mood to be hurt."
"Don't worry, this is just a 'Technical Spar'," Joseph said.
Jacob narrowed his eyes while looking at him.
"It's been a while since I heard that word. Is it something you found in a vision of your Martial Style?"
Say yes. That sharp bastard is getting suspicious!
"I saw a vision of the First Martial Saint training, and he spoke that word."
"Yeah, he was a lunatic. Don't mind his antics if you get any other vision," Jacob shrugged.
A lunatic? Am I a lunatic? And what about you, you Charybdis-fucker?
"So, how many stances have you got down?" Jacob asked with a smile.
"I'm trying to practice the first one."
How do I give you control?, Joseph asked inward.
Just think hard about it right before the spar starts. I'll be drained right after, by the way. We can't do this ofter, so don't even think about using me to save your ass in the future.
"Yeah, the dodge, right? I never really understood it. The Golden Hero Cultivation Technique should help you master some of those stances, though."
The WHAT?! Is that how that bastard called my Cultivation Technique?! That's not the name I gave to it! Disciple, let me beat this ruthless bastard who doesn't even give a face to those who passed away!
"Well, show me what you got," Jacob smiled while putting his hands in front of him.
All yours, Joseph willed, and he felt as if he had just taken a backseat to his own body.
"This is going to be fun," the Martial Saint voice came from Joseph's body in a whisper, but Jacob was still oblivious to it.
The First Martial Saint started walking with a hunched posture toward Jacob; to Joseph's great surprise, that thing scared Jacob to death, and his friend simply jumped backward.
"Oh, sorry, for a second, I saw a vision of that lunatic and got worried," Jacob said.
Please don't hurt him too much, and Joseph sent a mental message to his new master
The Saint in Joseph's body just smiled toward Jacob and pressed forward. The Blady Tyrant threw a feint and then a quick punch right after as soon as the Saint got into range.
"Rookie."
First Martial Saint Martial Style, 1st stance – Foolish Dodge
The First Martial Saint did what looked like tripping forward, avoiding Jacob's punch by a hair and, from that awkward position, one inch from Jacob's chest, he channeled all his tripping momentum in a great stomp, changing the flow of his movements and putting it all behind a massive uppercut that got Jacob straight on the chin.
Even if it was Joseph's own body, he barely understood what had happened. The seemingly haphazard stumbling had, in reality, put all Joseph's limbs in the right position to strike viciously and with a lot of strength.
Jacob found himself flying without even noticing. Thankfully, Joseph hadn't put his cultivation behind that strike.
Flavius, on the side, was staring open-mouthed at the display of martial prowess put on by Joseph.
"Well, isn't that a lucky blow," Jacob cracked his neck and got into a serious stance, not messing around anymore.
"Lucky because you are still alive, pal," the First Martial Saint whispered.
This time, Jacob waited for the attack, and since the First Martial Saint was a time limit, the latter moved on to attack.
Watch this disciple, this is the second stance.
The First Martial Saint got close to Jacob and then threw a punch.
Joseph felt all the Qi in his body move in unison, creating ripples and ripples throughout his Meridians, flesh, and bones. Those ripples seemed to amplify with every fraction of a second that passed, getting stronger and bigger.
Next time you fight Charybdes, use this one.
First Martial Saint Martial Style, 2nd stance – Rippling Punch
Joseph saw his own body punch the air in front of Jacob and his friend, once again, went flying. The fist had slammed the air and created a blow impossible to dodge.
This one is meant to spread the ripples inside one's body and wreak havoc. It works like a charm with Charybdes and armored Demonic Beasts.
"Are you giving up, pal?" the First Martial Saint mocked his sparring partner.
"Holy shit," Jacob swore, "Tommy, is that you? Fuck, I knew something was off. You sneaky bastard. You manage to create a goddamn Inheritance? I can't believe it! I thought it was impossible to do that!"
"Sorry, pal, I need to show one last stance to my new disciple, get ready!"
This time, the First Martial Saint broke into a run.
Jacob, in response, took out his own sword. There was no way he was facing the First Martial Saint without using his own Martial Style.
First Martial Saint Martial Style, 3rd stance – I Hit Harder than a Waterfall
Joseph found his body up in the air and with his head upside down. He felt the Qi starting to accumulate in his legs and time slow around him.
This is one of my favorite moves. Great finisher for monsters. It's a bit flashy to fight humans, but it will save your life against very strong Demonic Beasts.
Somehow, the First Martial Saint generated an insane spinning movement by moving his left leg backward extremely fast, then used that force to spin a devastating guillotine kick toward Jacob.
Time suddenly accelerated for Joseph again.
Even if it took a bit to describe, all of this happened in an instant.
Jacob used a move of his own.
Blade Tyrant Martial Style, 3rd stance – Deflect
Flavius saw two masters cross each other, and their respective Martial Techniques broke down, sending both of them flying backward.
"You still have it, old goat! I'm sorry, but my time is limited in this form. I'll get Joseph back to you, pal. And you, blondie, my disciple, is definitely going to kick your ass, be ready for it, this is going to be a contest for the one raising the best disciple! Haha! And guess who's going to win? The Saint who could create an inheritance!"
Time ran out, and Joseph got his own body back with a huge deal of shame for the last cheesy words the First Martial Saint had spoken.