The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 59

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Academy’s Absolute Professor Episode 59
All I’d done was sit there quietly.
On the way, Jin Myeong-hun asked the question.
“So what are you planning to do?”
I’d ordered the supervising professor brought over, but now that I thought about it, I had no actual plan.
The opposition was an S-rank Hunter, after all.
“I wouldn’t know, sir.”
“What?”
“Wouldn’t we get our answer once we actually clash?”
Still, Kang Hyun thought Jin Myeong-hun’s choice was fairly wise.
The fact that he’d sought him out despite having no clear answer meant all his accumulated instinct was being called to bear.
When we arrived at the Old Training Hall’s Practice Grounds, Batar, arms crossed as he sat waiting, acknowledged our presence.
“Oh, you finally brought him?”
The interpreters really did their work well.
They conveyed emotion even in his most casual remarks.
“So, did you hear the situation on the way over?”
Batar’s gaze, as he rose from his seat, was fixed solely on Kang Hyun.
He didn’t even glance at Jin Myeong-hun.
“Our kids and your kids just want to loosen up a bit. But there’s been so much talk about regulations and whatnot…….”
In that instant, Batar’s brow narrowed.
When someone spoke, one was supposed to at least look at them—but Kang Hyun, upon entering, had spared him only a glance before ignoring him entirely.
“Cha Yu-sik.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Do you want to fight them?”
He didn’t ask why they were fighting, or who had started it.
He only asked whether this standoff was voluntary or forced.
Cha Yu-sik appreciated that about the professor.
It was different from Jin Myeong-hun.
“Yes, I’d like to fight.”
“Then we’re settled.”
Kang Hyun nodded, settled onto a nearby bench, and drew a Whiskey Bottle from inside his coat.
“The kids just want to loosen up—there’s no reason for adults to get involved. Professor Jin, come sit here. Let’s watch.”
“……!”
Jin Myeong-hun was dumbfounded.
I called him to resolve this, and now what—
Watch?
“Professor Kang, are you in your right mind?”
“As you can see, I’m having a drink.”
“This maniac!”
“Would you like a glass?”
“No thanks!”
Jin Myeong-hun felt his reason about to slip away.
But what could he do?
He wasn’t unaware that this man had always been like this.
He decided to trust the instinct he’d felt before.
“True—since the supervising professor bears all responsibility anyway, I can trust him and watch, can’t I?”
Watching Professor Jin plop down beside him, Batar let out a hollow laugh.
It had been interesting at first, but now it had begun to feel slightly unpleasant.
Thump, thump.
Batar walked right up to Kang Hyun’s face.
“I don’t mind you watching.”
His voice had grown lower and heavier than before.
“But if we’re meeting as supervising professor to supervising professor for the first time, shouldn’t you at least show some basic courtesy if you’re going to speak?”
Kang Hyun’s languid gaze finally turned toward Batar.
“You know what courtesy is? I thought you didn’t.”
“What?”
“Usually, leading with force on a first meeting isn’t considered courtesy.”
At the provocative words, Batar’s lips twisted.
He realized that Kang Hyun was throwing back everything that had happened earlier in the day.
“Interesting.”
Batar’s gaze swept across Kang Hyun’s entire frame.
“But usually, the weak don’t mouth off like that to the strong. Looking at you, your Inner Force seems pathetic compared to that professor sitting next to you, though I’ll give you credit for guts.”
It was Jin Myeong-hun who was startled by those words.
‘What? Kang Hyun is weaker than me?’
Coming from an S-rank Hunter like Batar, such a blunt assessment wouldn’t be idle flattery.
‘But that doesn’t make sense.’
He couldn’t fathom it.
Kang Hyun could weather Batar’s overwhelming presence with composure, something Jin Myeong-hun himself struggled to do.
It defied all reason.
‘Could it be…’
The alcohol?
Had the drink dulled his fear, leaving him seemingly oblivious to the threat?
While Jin Myeong-hun spiraled in confusion, Batar too was laboring under a misapprehension.
Kang Hyun was currently burning through most of his Inner Force to suppress the Asura’s Toxic Aura accumulating in his body.
Moreover, he was perfectly concealing even that remaining energy, making it impossible for Batar’s perceptiveness to glimpse Kang Hyun’s true level.
Kang Hyun, whose eccentricity had bewildered both hunters, turned his attention elsewhere.
“Cha Yu-sik!”
“Yes!”
“You wanted a fight. So what are you doing?”
The implication was clear: stop worrying about this and settle the quarrel first.
O In-bang’s eyes blazed at those words.
Truthfully, when it was just Jin Myeong-hun and Batar was pressing down, he’d wondered if this was the right call, but with Kang Hyun’s arrival, his resolve solidified.
“Come on then, you barbaric bastards!”
“Arrogant flower-bed punks! Yeah, let’s go!”
A brawl erupted.
They were the nation’s top students, but their opponents were Mongolia’s top students as well.
Splitting air and battle cries tore through the Practice Grounds.
A real fight had begun.
Glug.
Kang Hyun tilted his Whiskey Bottle leisurely.
He’d needed live combat lately anyway, so this worked out well.
Sometimes a fight fueled by emotion was better practice than any coordinated sparring.
“Batar.”
Kang Hyun waved his hand dismissively.
“You’re blocking my view. Step aside instead of just standing there like a post.”
Batar’s cheek twitched at that moment.
His patience finally frayed, and he could no longer contain his ferocious aura.
Rumble—
Without scattering his power in all directions, he poured it forth with the sole intent of crushing Kang Hyun alone.
‘Ugh.’
Though the shockwave merely grazed him, Jin Myeong-hun gripped the armrest so hard his knuckles whitened.
‘Professor Kang, are you really okay?’
Yet Kang Hyun didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
‘Just like dealing with those Green Forest Bandit bastards.’
Crude mountain outlaws.
They weren’t even of the Demonic Sect, yet they embodied the quintessential Supremacist Ideology—the belief that might made right.
They reminded him of those senile brutes who’d tried to solve everything through violence, a breed he’d never particularly liked.
‘But they’re easier to handle, at least.’
If you thought about it sideways, there were no simpler personalities to deal with.
They worshipped strength; show them overwhelming power and they’d wag their tails like beasts.
Their crude, savage behavior ultimately stemmed from the beast’s instinct of survival of the fittest.
Meanwhile, Batar’s eyes narrowed again.
‘Again!’
Just like at the welcome ceremony—the same pattern now.
How could anyone take such a blast and calmly drink his whiskey?
‘What the hell is he hiding?’
As Batar gritted his teeth and was about to escalate his aura further, something shifted.
‘Wha—?!’
Batar’s vision inverted in an instant.
The floor of the Old Training Hall began staining crimson, and suddenly a Mountain of Corpses, Sea of Blood bloomed across the world.
‘What on earth—!’
A hill of corpses, countless fallen masters stacked upon one another.
At its peak, a single man stood in solitary silence.
And before him yawned a destructive force vast enough to swallow the world itself, its jaws spreading toward him.
‘Haah!’
The backs of his knees buckled at the mere sight of it.
Within that vision, Batar’s sight returned to where it belonged.
‘A hallucination?’
It had felt far too vivid for that.
Cold sweat beaded down his spine.
Batar’s momentum had dissolved without his doing.
Not withdrawn by his will—his body had instinctively suppressed it of its own accord.
Like prey lowering itself before a predator, drained of all aggression by sheer instinct.
Batar showed nothing on his face, but inwardly he reeled from the shock.
Who in the world is this man?
He should have seen it when Seo Il-hyun, that cunning Korean dean, appointed him as the supervising instructor!
Kang Hyun maintained the exact same posture and the exact same gaze as before.
Batar, his expression hardened, turned his head to survey the Practice Grounds.
“Aaaaah!”
“Block it!”
“Hnngh!”
The melee was still in full swing.
That too was astounding.
He’d expected to crush them outright from the opening, yet these Korean students were holding their ground?
‘No.’
If this continued as it was, his own side would suffer the losses.
‘……Remarkable.’
So quiet Korea had been breeding monsters like these behind closed doors.
Batar felt it in his bones.
That professor named Kang Hyun—he must not be provoked.
Better to keep relations favorable, if possible.
Yes, that was the kind of true strength Batar had spoken of so often.
“Enough!”
Batar’s Lion’s Roar shook the Practice Grounds with a resonant crash.
As the startled students halted their movements, he strode toward Bakhmund and spoke.
“Shame on you. You came to a foreign land with skills like that and strutted about? If you can’t dominate in one exchange, I told you not to show your face!”
“P-professor.”
“All of you, put away your weapons and return!”
At Batar’s command, the Mongolian students’ spirits flagged.
Kang Hyun, observing this, added with amusement.
“Why stop now? Things were only just becoming interesting.”
“That is not what I mean by strength, Professor Kang.”
Batar met Kang Hyun’s gaze directly.
“If you cannot overwhelm your opponent in a single decisive moment and instead engage in such an evenly matched struggle, then it is no longer a matter of strong versus weak—it may fairly be called a meeting of worthy opponents. I fear I have greatly misjudged Korea. This exchange will yield much for both our institutions, it seems. I shall pay my respects again tomorrow, formally.”
With that, Batar led the Mongolian students out of the Practice Grounds without hesitation.
Jin Myeong-hun stood dumbfounded.
What on earth was Batar doing?
Had something happened?
From where he stood, Kang Hyun hadn’t lifted a finger.
All he’d done was sit on a bench and drink.
“Professor Kang, what did you just do?”
“Do?”
“Batar, I mean. Why did he suddenly back off like that?”
“How should I know?”
Kang Hyun let out a soft chuckle.
“Come to think of it, he must have been embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?”
“A professor should concern himself with teaching his students. Grown men quarreling over who’s strong and who’s weak, going at each other for the sake of pride—even he must have found his own spectacle rather absurd. Don’t you think so? Tsk.”
“…….”
As Jin Myeong-hun clicked his tongue, he could only stand there like a fool unable to speak.
Wasn’t Batar’s present form a mirror of his own past self?
Whoosh.
Kang Hyun rose to his feet.
“Everyone alright? No injuries?”
“We’re fine, Professor.”
“Still, we need more training. Can’t even properly defeat a handful of kids like that.”
“We apologize.”
“Fair enough. Keep pushing yourselves.”
Watching Kang Hyun stroll unhurriedly from the Practice Grounds, one hand thrust casually into his pocket, Jin Myeong-hun felt as though he were dreaming.

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The next day.
The joint training began in earnest.
The plan was for each supervising professor to take turns conducting the session in their own style.
“Professor Kang, you go first.”
The first day’s command fell to Kang Hyun.
And what he had in mind was singular.
“Spread your feet wider than shoulder-width. Bend your knees. Keep your spine straight, eyes forward.”
O In-bang and Do Jeong-hyeok exchanged knowing glances.
The horse stance—the very foundation that announced the beginning of specialized training!
“Ah, the horse stance!”
Batar’s competitive spirit ignited from within.
‘Of course—when you mention horses, there’s Mongolia.’
For Mongolian students raised on harsh steppes, endurance and stamina were their most confident domains.
Sure enough, not long after the training began, the legs of the ordinary Korean students gave way, and one by one they began to collapse.
But the true contest started then.
O In-bang and Do Jeong-hyeok, under Kang Hyun’s instruction, didn’t budge.
Especially Do Jeong-hyeok—not a single bead of sweat graced his serene face.
The Mongolian students gritted their teeth and endured, remembering the harsh orders Batar would bark at night if they failed here, but as the hour mark passed, they reached their limits and began collapsing one after another.
In the end, only six of Kang Hyun’s students remained standing in the Practice Grounds.
“Impressive.”
Batar’s admiration was genuine.
These were they—Korea’s hidden claws and its future!
“Do you conduct training like this often?”
Kang Hyun gave a short nod.
But his gaze had remained fixed on one figure among the Mongolian students throughout.
‘Kasar of the Red Eyes.’
The one reeking of the Scent of Dark Demon.
The stench hadn’t grown thicker yet, suggesting he hadn’t been active recently.
Even at dawn yesterday, when he’d kept watch, there had been no movement.
‘When will you make your move.’
Kang Hyun smiled with patient amusement.
Just let your tail get caught.
I’ll crush you so thoroughly there won’t even be bones to scatter.

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