The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 111

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Academy’s Absolute Professor Episode 111
First Test Passed
Dang So-yu’s heart turned to ice.
She could tell just from the face glaring down at her and the twisted neck.
‘So he really was a Demon-Person!’
Moreover, the fact that he’d revealed his true nature from the start without bothering to hide it meant the reason was one of two things.
Either he was about to perform that horrific ritual, or he was in an absolute rage at her actions.
Either way, one truth remained unchanged: Dang So-yu’s life was hanging by a thread.
‘I have to buy time. As much as I can.’
“…Don’t you see? There’s something hiding in there.”
“Why would it be hiding?”
Ju Cheon-myeong’s tone was eerily detached.
That made it worse—the chill cut deeper.
“A demon beast disguised as a person attacked me. You didn’t see it on your way in?”
“The subordinate I left in the storage room? He died from your poison.”
“……”
Damn.
Dang So-yu shut her eyes tight.
There was no excuse that would work here, and no words left to say.
Ju Cheon-myeong, too, seemed to judge that he’d heard enough excuses, and the twisted smile on his lips fell away.
Squelch!
The head he’d forced into the vent extraction duct slipped back through.
Crack-crack!
The grotesquely bent joints found their proper places again with a sound like bone scraping against bone.
In moments, he stood once more in Ju Cheon-myeong’s form, planted in the center of the Women’s Restroom.
“Come out.”
“No.”
Dang So-yu’s fists clenched as she raced through options.
‘What do I do? What do I do?’
Release poison into the ventilation shaft?
That would only hurt innocent people.
And besides, these creatures were Demon-Persons—threats like that wouldn’t even register.
So then?
‘What if I threatened to kill myself?’
According to what she’d seen on her mobile phone, Ju Cheon-myeong needed her alive.
‘To hell with it!’
She called out at once.
“If you drag me out by force, I’ll take my own life.”
“Do you really think you could manage that?”
That was the moment.
CRASH!
Dang So-yu’s world flipped upside down.
The entire vent tore free, and when her senses cleared, she was hanging in the empty air of the restroom.
The ceiling was already collapsed.
“Gag!”
An invisible force crushed ruthlessly at her throat.
“You are a sacrifice for the Grand Ritual. Don’t presume to negotiate, you lowly victim.”
“Gah, gack! Yes, I—I understand. I understand, I swear……”
She spoke desperately.
She had to buy time.
No matter how dire things became, she could never give up.
‘Because surely……’
Even now, in this very moment, that man must be rushing toward her!
“If—if you’re going to use me as a sacrifice anyway……. you can’t damage me, right? Agh!”
The grip strangling her loosened slightly as she gasped out those desperate words clawing for survival.
Dang So-yu continued, breathing hard.
“The—the poison energy inside me has spiraled out of control. If it’s left like this, my body will be ruined first!”
It was a lie born from necessity—she seized upon the fact that she’d come to the Medical Office in pain.
The thought was simple: if the sacrifice was injured, wouldn’t treating it buy her time?
Ju Cheon-myeong’s gaze pierced straight through to Dang So-yu’s Dantian.
An unpleasant sensation, as if his gaze pierced straight through her skin.
‘What kind of eyes are those……’
In that instant.
“You.”
A bestial growl rumbled from Ju Cheon-myeong’s lips.
Simultaneously, his facial muscles twisted, and crimson veins began to web across his eyes——
Dang So-yu’s instincts screamed a warning.
‘……I showed him too much!’
What she’d meant to reveal was merely the poison energy raging within her.
But Ju Cheon-myeong had traced the path where the poison flowed.
He’d seen the traces of the Saengjang Tongje-jin Formation she’d inscribed into her own body.
‘Damn.’
Realizing there was no time left to stall, she carefully gathered the poison flowing through her veins to her fingertips.
“Don’t tell me……you made contact in Paris?”
For the first time, emotion crept into Ju Cheon-myeong’s voice.
He couldn’t possibly fail to recognize the Saengjang Tongje-jin Formation inscribed within Dang So-yu’s body.
It was that very same Formation Array—the one that old man Hwang-cheon Dok-su had once drawn into his own flesh in the old Martial World!
“……These damned insects dare——”
The instant Ju Cheon-myeong’s face twisted into something monstrous and malevolent, Dang So-yu realized something had gone wrong.
There was no time to hesitate.
She amplified the Poison Technique they’d taught her through the Saengjang Tongje-jin Formation and unleashed it all at once.
Shhhhrieeee!
A sickly blue torrent of poison energy surged toward Ju Cheon-myeong’s face.
And yet.
“Foolish.”
Boom!
Ju Cheon-myeong flicked his hand lightly, and the compressed poison scattered uselessly into the air.
An overwhelming difference in power.
Ju Cheon-myeong seized Dang So-yu’s throat directly as she hung suspended, and roared.
“Who is it? Who did you make contact with there? Where is he—tell me!”
Through the razor-edged killing intent, she grasped one more truth.
‘The Demon-Persons know about that man……and they’re afraid of him.’
Dang So-yu was certain now.
If these horrifying monsters truly lurked hidden in the world, and they were targeting her as a sacrifice——
‘I need to take that man as my master. Whatever it takes, I have to get under his wing.’
And she would fully awaken her talents, then erase every last one of those filthy Demon-Persons from existence.
“……You said you’d take your own life.”
Ju Cheon-myeong’s mouth split into a grotesque smile.
“Then do it now. Die here, right now.”
“Shut your mouth!”
Dang So-yu squeezed out her remaining strength and tried to unleash the deadly poison once more.
Crash!
Ju Cheon-myeong swatted her with the back of his hand, sending her rocketing backward like a cannonball into the wall.
“Cough……!”
Amid collapsing tiles and concrete shards, Dang So-yu coughed blood and rolled across the floor.
She understood instinctively.
‘Ju Cheon-myeong has changed his plan. He’s going to kill me now.’
For whatever reason, he’d judged it better to dispose of her quickly than to proceed with the ritual.
Why?
Could it have to do with learning this Saengjang Tongje-jin Formation?
‘……Master!’
Despair washed over Dang So-yu.
‘How am I supposed to hold out for ten hours against such an impossible monster?’
Tears welled in her eyes.
This is the end.
From today on, I won’t see my parents again, won’t watch any more dramas.
And so.
‘At the very least, I’ll make sure to hurt him before I go.’
Dang So-yu gritted her teeth and reversed the incantation of the Saengjang Tongje-jin Formation.
She was going to detonate the Formation entirely.
Crack! Snap!
The meridians in her body ruptured, and the poison of the Heavenly Killing Body that had been suppressed came roiling up in a frenzy.
“Die!”
Shiiiiiiick!
From every pore of Dang So-yu’s body, a sickly-blue Formless Poison erupted in a violent burst.
The concrete and sink basin bubbled and melted the instant it touched them—a strike of mutual annihilation in the truest sense.
Ju Cheon-myeong had no choice but to retreat.
No matter that he was called one of the Six Inauspicious, his current body was nothing more than an Avatar Body.
The deadly poison of the Heavenly Killing Body, reversed through the Saengjang Tongje-jin Formation and unleashed, would have been troublesome even to his true form.
Yet a smile played at the corners of Ju Cheon-myeong’s mouth.
‘How foolish.’
By reversing and destabilizing the formation, her blood vessels would soon begin to dissolve throughout her body.
He wouldn’t need to lift a finger—she would destroy herself.
But in that moment.
Whoooooosh!
The flow of the poisonous mist spreading in all directions began to change.
Rather than dispersing further, it began contracting toward a single point, as though being drawn inward.
The poisonous mist was vanishing.
‘No, no no.’
Dang So-yu despaired.
‘Impossible.’
Her final strike of mutual annihilation, blocked so easily?
Through her fading consciousness, her gaze turned toward the center of the vortex of poison.
And she doubted her own eyes.
Step, step.
Someone was walking through the poisonous mist.
Unharmed even in the storm of deadly poison.
Though obscured by a Mask and Cap Hat, Dang So-yu felt her heart begin to beat again.
‘Master!’
She could never forget.
That man’s physique—the same one who had saved her in Paris!
“Who taught you to use poison like that?”
“……Oh.”
“We’ll have to start your training from the beginning.”
It was a blunt rebuke delivered the moment they met, yet to Dang So-yu’s ears it sounded warmer and more tender than any other voice.
Perhaps because the moment was so dramatic.
Trickle.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“You held on well.”
Kang Hyeon knelt before the fallen Dang So-yu.
He had suffered no harm from Dang So-yu’s Formless Poison, and thanks to the Poison Technique he had learned from old master Hwang-cheon Dok-su, recovering the poisonous mist was effortless.
“Didn’t take ten hours, did it?”
“Sob… Master.”
He had not yet formally permitted her entry as a disciple.
‘But what does it matter.’
He had intended to take her under his wing anyway; he decided to be flexible about such formalities.
“Your first trial is passed.”
“Sob… sob!”
“You’ve earned your rest. Stay back now and recover.”
Kang Hyeon rose slowly to his feet.
His gaze turned past the crumbled wall, fixing on Ju Cheon-myeong standing with a rigid expression.
The gentleness he had shown toward his student vanished without a trace.
Growwwwww……!
Kang Hyeon’s eyes, visible above the Mask, swirled with a terrible, overwhelming killing intent.
“……Don’t tell me.”
Shock-laden words began to spill from Ju Cheon-myeong’s mouth.
Whoosh!
Kang Hyeon moved.
He did not bother to speak.
He simply drew his Iron Sword and charged forward.
“Ugh!”
Ju Cheon-myeong crossed his arms urgently, drawing up Demon Energy to meet the sudden assault.
Crash!
Unable to block Kang Hyeon’s Iron Sword entirely, he was driven backward and slammed into the wall.
Scrape!
Kang Hyeon adjusted his grip and prepared the next form.
‘No need to waste words on Ju Cheon-myeong.’
He could extract information from him, but the reverse was equally true—they could learn just as much about him.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
Kang Hyeon pressed the assault relentlessly.
With each clash, the entire laboratory—constructed of specialized alloys—shook as though struck by an earthquake.
‘After all, that’s nothing but a Gate-Opening Master’s Avatar Body.’
Kang Hyeon’s momentum burned with even fiercer intensity.
‘Somewhere far away, he’s watching this place through those eyes.’
So there was no room to grant him the chance for anything wasteful.
Only speed and decisive action.
‘Cut him down in one stroke.’
Kang Hyeon’s feet dug into the ground, and the arc of his blade snapped down like lightning.
“Grrraahhh!”
Realizing he had no choice, Ju Cheon-myeong’s eyes flicked toward the fallen Dang So-yu.
The natural prey of Asura—Dang So-yu, with her gift for the Wood Element Formation that could summon the Celestial Deity!
She had to be either turned into a Demon-Person, or eliminated on the spot.
Crack!
Having conceded one arm to Kang Hyeon, Ju Cheon-myeong charged straight for Dang So-yu.
He stepped forward, intending to pierce her throat using the Six-Part Bone Cutting technique.
But then—
‘What?’
His body tilted suddenly, and the world spun upside down.
‘What’s happening?’
In the instant Ju Cheon-myeong—no, Muk-cheon—registered confusion, he caught the silhouette of Kang Hyeon already sheathing his Iron Sword.
Thump, thud.
Only then did Muk-cheon realize that his upper body and lower body had been perfectly severed, both now rolling across the floor.
He hadn’t even perceived the moment of the cut.
An astonishing, brilliant blade.
The Single Extreme Sword Technique First Form: Flash.
From the severed edges of Ju Cheon-myeong’s body, cyan smoke began to pour forth instead of blood.
The shell was losing its life, and the Avatar Body was collapsing.
“Ack, ack-ack-ack!”
The severed head lifted its gaze toward Kang Hyeon.
Now he understood.
“So it was you. The one who commands the power of the Celestial Deity…”
Kang Hyeon didn’t even glance at Muk-cheon.
That indifference only made Muk-cheon angrier, though he suppressed it and continued speaking.
“Don’t think this next time will be as easy as before.”
With those words, he dissolved into cyan smoke and dispersed.
Kang Hyeon watched the smoke fade, then let out a soft laugh.
“Easy? When has it ever been easy?”
Villains who made such warnings—he’d never seen one who was truly dangerous.
Rather, truly deep-scheming individuals never warned at all; they lured their opponent into carelessness.
‘Like me.’
Whoosh!
Kang Hyeon turned his body.

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