The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 81

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Academy’s Absolute Professor Episode 81
The Position of My Disciple
[US Pentagon Academy A+ Dungeon ‘3:04’ Full Clear Video OMG]
[Wow, the US and China really are on a different level, aren’t they?]
[Including Britain, the skill gap is absolutely insane.]
└ Wait, what is this? Full clear footage? Not highlights?
└ How are their movements so precise, every action hitting like clockwork? Even faster than last year;;>
└ They’re basically special ops lol
└ Individual skill is one thing, but their tactics are OP
└ When will Korea ever catch up to that level……
└ Fact) The superpowers literally have thousands of situation-specific response manuals they study obsessively. Martial arts is just the baseline—I heard their written exams are brutal too.
└ Korea’s just “as long as your martial arts are strong, you’re golden” lol
When the footage from the first week of the Arc Field went public, the global community erupted.
America and China proved exactly why they were called superpowers.

* * *
Friday morning.
Lee Se-ah came into Kang Hyun’s guest room and held out a tablet.
“Kang Hyun, would you like to see this?”
“See what?”
“There’s this whole mood online that Korea has no shot at all.”
“Mm.”
Kang Hyun skimmed the comments she showed him and nodded.
He had to admit what was worth admitting.
‘They’re decent, I’ll grant them that.’
Compared to grand collective formations like Shaolin’s Arhat Formation, Wudang’s Seven Star Formation, or the Jeon Jin Sect’s North Star Formation, it wasn’t in the same league.
But the efficiency of applying modern science to exploit terrain and Demon Beasts’ weak points was genuinely fresh.
It was a different approach from the Martial World.
“What should we do? Kang Hyun, couldn’t you just go see the students once?”
Lee Se-ah coaxed him subtly.
“I stopped by to see them this morning, and Professor Jin Myeong-hun looked so dejected.”
“Why?”
“He was showing the kids videos of other countries’ teams, and then he’d make them practice—you know, like he’d pull out cards with Demon Beast names on them and have them respond instantly with perfect action. Rote memory drills.”
“…….”
He really does that?
That is a bit harsh, I’ll admit.
“The students are really unhappy about it. Their faces are all pouty…… Honestly, even if they cram-study like this, the moment a new dungeon or unfamiliar Demon Beast shows up, they’ll be floundering anyway, right?”
“That’s true.”
“So if you just go and teach them the actual method directly…….”
“I don’t know it.”
“What?”
“I don’t know every Demon Beast there is.”
More importantly, the old masters never taught Kang Hyun formations at all.
– Formations? Tactics? That’s what weaklings do, burning their brains. In the face of overwhelming power, none of that matters anyway. Stop wasting time on useless stuff and raise your martial arts higher!
He didn’t accept all of their teachings wholesale, but there was logic to it.
The fact that formations were necessary?
That just meant you were weak.
“Tell them to figure it out themselves. This Arc Field escort instructor is Professor Jin Myeong-hun, not me. Why would I take away his authority?”
“But Professor Jin seemed like he wanted you to…….”
“I said I don’t know. Stop pestering me and get out. You came here this early just to tell me that?”
Actually, Kang Hyun had been scribbling something in a notebook since earlier.
He’d been completely absorbed in the Arc Field system since Monday, and was now organizing its strengths and weaknesses.
‘There are many advantages, but the drawbacks are equally clear.’
Kang Hyun sank into thought.
‘Take Do Jeong-hyeok, for instance.’
The Arc Field judges a dungeon failed the moment a Demon Beast lands a critical hit on a participant.
But Do Jeong-hyeok had the Diamond Body, didn’t he?
In situations where an ordinary hunter would die instantly, he’d likely survive most of the time.
The Arc Field didn’t factor in that kind of variable at all.
‘And the terrain implementation felt odd too.’
The way the floor panels moved like a treadmill was admittedly ingenious in its mechanics, but from a martial artist’s perspective, there was no getting around the awkwardness underfoot.
Especially for masters—they were far more sensitive to such things.
‘What if we compressed the space itself entirely instead?’
There had to be a way.
Old Jin Gwi could do far more than twist space—he could even alter the flow of time within a Formation Array.
Click, click.
Kang Hyeon’s lips curved upward.
All of these observations would become Min Seo-jun’s assignments.
‘Good timing for an exchange event.’
Anything he saw and experienced could become a business venture.
What if he filled these gaps and built a personal training facility?
Install a small Arc Field at the Tae-Jung Market and sell access passes to Hunters?
It would sell like wildfire.
Kang Hyeon himself had grown his martial arts exponentially fighting phantom Demon Beasts within the formations that Jin Gwi had laid out, so he understood their worth better than anyone.
“…What are you writing so intently?”
“You’re still here?”
“I’m bored.”
“What else would I be doing? I’m on vacation. Go on your own and do some shopping instead of hovering around me. Can you spot me some cash?”
“No, I’m saving it. Besides, there’s something better—a temporary Black Market is opening in Paris from today through the weekend to celebrate the exchange event. It’s supposed to be much bigger than the Dae-Sung Market. Want to check it out?”
Kang Hyeon’s hand, which had been rolling the pen, went still.
“A Black Market?”
“Yes.”
He’d actually been meaning to do market research to expand the Tae-Jung Market’s scale, but had only ever been to the Dae-Sung Market, which felt limiting.
It might be worth going for a look—and maybe picking up something nice as a gift for his disciples.
Kang Hyeon rose from his chair and announced abruptly.
“Wait. Let me change and I’ll be right out.”

* * *
Deep beneath the streets of Paris.
A temporary Black Market had opened in an enormous cavern that had once served as a catacomb.
To be honest, it was openly operating and hardly deserved the name Black Market, but the setup was unmistakably one.
Though underground, the ceiling was high and the lighting bright, making it feel like broad daylight.
“Wow.”
“This is a Black Market!”
“Master, this is amazing!”
Min Seo-jun stood with eyes sparkling, flanked by Baek Yu-yeon and Do Jeong-hyeok.
Behind them was Lee Se-ah.
Kang Hyeon had brought only his own disciples.
In Do Jeong-hyeok’s case, he’d borrowed him from Jin Myeong-hun for just one hour.
Kang Hyeon adjusted his sunglasses as he spoke.
“Pick out one thing each that catches your eye. I’ll buy it for you no matter the price.”
“Gasp.”
“Really?”
All three disciples’ eyes lit up in unison.
Note that the items here started at a minimum of one hundred million won.
“Especially you, Do Jeong-hyeok—you’ve only got an hour. Move fast. No mercy if you can’t decide in time.”
“Got it!”
Do Jeong-hyeok bolted ahead, and Baek Yu-yeon led Min Seo-jun into the market.
The two of them were relatively unhurried.
Friday had no lectures.
“Um, Kang Hyeon…”
Just then, Lee Se-ah, who had been following along, asked.
“You’re really only treating your own disciples? What about… the Five-Member Team?”
“Why would I buy things for them?”
“What?”
“They’re going to rake in money hand over fist soon enough. The moment they graduate and start team operations, they’ll be pulling in tens or hundreds of billions a year.”
Kang Hyeon took only a five percent commission from them—and the Team Leader got just one percent.
He taught them martial arts free of charge, managed everything, handled all the administration.
“Meanwhile, my real disciples will never earn money their whole lives.”
“…!”
“I could’ve graduated and lived it up without a care in the world. But now I can’t—not when you’ve got your hooks in me and I have to keep learning. Can you imagine how unfair that feels?”
That’s exactly why Kang Hyeon would spend lavishly on them and them alone.
He’d give them far more money than the Team Leaders received.
He meant to shower them with opportunities and treasures they could never afford in a lifetime of earning.
‘To the point where being my disciple feels like the most enviable position in the world.’
That way, when they faced Asura—that great calamity—they wouldn’t feel quite so wronged.
There was a reason Kang Hyeon had built up Tae-Jung Trading Company and made his fortune.
To protect his disciples and reward them.
To give them freely what those damned old fools had never given him.
“Then, what about me?”
Lee Se-ah asked.
“You?”
“Don’t I have to serve under you going forward and keep my nose to the grindstone?”
“You get a savings account, don’t you? Take it from there.”
Kang Hyeon kept walking, and Lee Se-ah’s lips puffed out in protest.

* * *
That day, Kang Hyeon swiped his card without hesitation.
Do Jeong-hyeok had chosen the Black Tortoise Fist Gauntlets, supposedly from an A-rank Dungeon.
He’d picked them without knowing the price, but it turned out they cost two billion five hundred million won.
“M-Master, I’m sorry. I’ll pick something else.”
“Don’t waste my time. Put them on. We’re in a hurry.”
Kang Hyeon had looked it over too—these were the only ones worth having.
‘I can sell a single high-grade Demon Stone for a hundred billion. What’s the fuss?’
He didn’t begrudge the expense one bit.
Min Seo-jun modestly chose a Positioning Compass for Formation Array work.
Price: a hundred million.
It was a tool that functioned like a compass and surveying instrument—even for someone with a keen eye, having a tool would make things more convenient.
“Oh, look at all these furnaces!”
Baek Yu-yeon, who’d recently begun studying Alchemy, couldn’t tear her eyes from the collection of small furnaces.
They were Dungeon artifacts on an entirely different level from the practice ones at the Academy.
“This one’s beautiful.”
Then Min Seo-jun spotted a furnace and pointed it out.
It was a brazier with a reddish glow.
“That one? It’s pretty, but…”
Hesitating because it sat in a corner and looked obviously expensive, Kang Hyeon stepped forward.
“How much is that?”
He asked the price.
“Oh! Excellent choice, sir! That’s two point six million dollars!”
Two point six million dollars.
That came to roughly four billion won.
“Oh my, Master, I can’t accept this!”
Baek Yu-yeon naturally jumped in alarm, and I laughed.
“When someone with a keen eye says something’s beautiful, you buy it without question. I’ll take one.”
When I asked in halting English, the clerk’s expression brightened.
“Very good, sir! Cash? Card?”
“Card. Card.”
I swiped it without hesitation.
The furnace was called the Crimson Lotus Alchemy Furnace, and it certainly seemed like something that would be treasured even in the Martial World.
Baek Yu-yeon took the furnace with a dazed expression, and Kang Hyeon pressed on.
“Don’t dawdle. We need to get something for your sister too.”
“…You mean Yu-seol?”
“Don’t forget. Your sister is my disciple as well.”
We moved to the weapons section.
Among the displays, one blade caught my eye—a Famous Blade forged from Hundred-Year Cold Iron, perfectly suited to channel Baek Yu-seol’s Yin Energy.
The price was a staggering seven billion won.
‘Not quite Thousand-Year or Ten-Thousand-Year grade.’
Those probably weren’t even available now.
If any ever appeared… they’d be beyond valuation.
Such a blade would be a legendary treasure, rarely seen even in the Martial World.
‘I really do need to get myself a proper blade.’
But not today.
Besides, anything mediocre I bought here would shatter the moment I faced Asura, and for the Demon Beasts we’re hunting now, it made no difference to Kang Hyeon whether he wielded a steel sword or a branch.
He secured the blade at his waist and spoke.
“This is just temporary. Once you’re dungeon-diving and find something better, don’t get sentimental—sell it. Use the money for luxuries if you want.”
His disciples shook their heads.
‘Sell it?’
‘How could we possibly…’
‘We should pass it down through generations as a family heirloom.’
No disciple, no matter what their master said, would find it easy to sell.
“Master, my appointment time is nearly up. I should be going.”
“Go on, then.”
Do Jeong-hyeok left, and the rest of us lingered in the Black Market, enjoying ourselves.
We snacked on street food and browsed for souvenirs.
“Oh, that’s right, Master.”
Baek Yu-yeon suddenly remembered something.
“I met a really interesting person at the conference.”
“Interesting how?”
“Well, she’s from China, and we got along pretty well since we could talk. But when I saw her body… it reminded me of Baek Yu-seol. There was something similar about her.”
“…Baek Yu-seol?”
Kang Hyeon’s eyes widened sharply.
‘Could it be.’
If there was another constitution as exceptional as that…
Was there a Seven Star Formation Material at the conference?

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