The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 84

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Academy Absolute Professor Episode 84
Give Me More
Tuesday afternoon.
Kang Hyeon made his way to the Practice Grounds of the Paris Academy, toward the Korean Student section.
“Come on, again! When the Deathworm jumps out, what did I tell you to do? Cha Yu-sik! If you slip left from that position, you’ll tangle up Han Tae-ho’s movement pattern!”
As he drew closer, Jin Myeong-hun stood holding a Tablet, sweat pouring down his face.
‘Still at it, I see.’
It didn’t look bad, really.
After all, he was doing his best in his role as the supervising professor.
But still.
‘I need to keep an eye on how the students are holding up.’
The expressions on the students’ faces were pitiful.
Exhaustion was plain to see, but under the gaze of the senior professor, they couldn’t complain openly and simply festered in their discomfort.
Kang Hyeon withdrew a flask and brought it to his lips.
Glug.
Since coming to France, he’d switched from whiskey to Cognac.
It went down much smoother, with more sweetness to it, and his hand kept reaching for it naturally.
“Master!”
That was when Do Jeong-hyeok spotted Kang Hyeon.
“Professor?”
“Oh, Professor Kang!”
Color rushed back into the students’ crumpled faces in an instant.
The expression of those who’d found a savior in hell itself.
‘Please, someone do something about this fossil!’
‘Can’t the professor just teach us instead?’
‘I just want to use my martial arts freely, not follow these forced tactics!’
Though unspoken, their eyes were screaming exactly that.
Kang Hyeon let out a soft laugh.
“Professor Jin.”
“Kang! You’ve come at just the right time.”
“How are things progressing?”
“Oh, you know—getting there! But what do you think, Kang? Do you think our students will be able to clear it?”
Jin Myeong-hun suddenly realized he was depending on Kang Hyeon.
Looking at that relaxed expression, something strange—a sense of trust—had bloomed in him.
As if he could breeze through any difficulty without breaking a sweat.
“Well, I’m not sure.”
“Don’t be coy—give me a straight answer.”
“I can’t say whether they’ll clear it, but if they go in like this, they’ll definitely fumble and get tangled up.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Kang Hyeon gestured with his chin toward the students.
“An imperfectly mastered tactic is worse than having no tactic at all. Their footwork is already off, isn’t it?”
“Hm, is that so?”
Jin Myeong-hun smacked his lips, and the students’ expressions brightened.
Yes, that’s it!
Professor Kang!
Why did it take so long for you to show up?
“But look at the footage from America or China. Even if they can’t match them exactly, they should at least be able to imitate the basics…….”
“That kind of thing doesn’t sink into the body overnight.”
“Hmm.”
“If I were them, I’d save the tactical training for after we return to Korea.”
“So what do we do now?”
“Just let them rest.”
“……Rest?”
A surge of frustration welled up inside Jin Myeong-hun.
‘This man! It’s easy for you to say that because you’re not the official supervising professor responsible for this!’
If they failed to clear it again, all the blame would come down on him.
Just as the director gets roasted when the national team doesn’t perform in any sport.
But Kang Hyeon continued anyway.
“Let them train on their own terms. In a moment of crisis, the body reacts faster than the mind. The movements they’ve drilled thousands—tens of thousands—of times before come bursting out instinctively.”
Kang Hyeon gave the bottle he was holding a light shake.
“Just have a drink and get some rest, Professor Jin. Those men only know how to eat and train—nothing else. Just trust them and let them work on their own…….”
He was still speaking.
Ping!
A coin sliced through the air from Kang Hyeon’s fingertips.
Its target: Cha Yu-sik’s brow, standing at the very front!
“……!”
The students gasped—even Jin Myeong-hun was caught off guard.
The speed was lethal if it connected.
“Dangerous……!”
Whoosh!
Cha Yu-sik twisted his torso on instinct, flicking the coin away with his scabbard.
Clang!
As the coin pinged away,
Gwak Do-jin unconsciously moved to Cha Yu-sik’s flank, while Han Tae-ho immediately covered the blind spot perfectly.
Do Jeong-hyeok and Seo Hae-in secured the rear.
One second.
A formation that hadn’t appeared in a week’s worth of lessons.
‘But.’
Jin Myeong-hun’s mouth fell open.
‘……There’s no gap in their defense.’
Kang Hyeon smiled and sipped his Cognac.
“You see? These are capable students. There’s no need to shoehorn them into rigid frameworks.”
“Ah……!”
Jin Myeong-hun found himself speechless.
The man was right.
‘Perhaps I’ve been putting leashes on tigers out of my own anxiety, teaching them to sit and stand like dogs.’
So what if they couldn’t clear it?
They could study harder next semester.
There was no point cramming last-minute tactics into their heads if normal, steady training wouldn’t improve them anyway.
“Sigh.”
Jin Myeong-hun let out a breath and powered off the Tablet.
“Training ends here.”
“Sir?”
The students’ eyes widened.
“Cha Yu-sik.”
“Yes, sir.”
Slide.
Jin Myeong-hun drew a card from his wallet and held it out.
“You’ve all worked hard enough with this pointless training. Take the others out and get yourselves a proper meal. No alcohol, though.”
The students’ eyes went wide.
Could strict Professor Jin really change his mind just like that?
From a few words from Professor Kang?
“Yay!”
“Thank you, Professor!”
Color returned to the students’ pale faces.

* * *
That afternoon.
Click!
Inside the sealed Isolation Chamber.
Tang Xiaoyou turned on a Korean drama loudly on her Tablet, then settled into a lotus position buried deep beneath her blanket.
Next, she recalled the voice of Baek Yu-yeon from the presentation.
– This poison beast doesn’t simply send toxins from the liver meridian at random. Through breathing, it undergoes three distinctive Qi Circulation cycles.
‘Let me try.’
The drama’s sound was camouflage—to fool the surveillance eyes and ears of the security forces watching from outside.
If she, who had been refusing to train and throwing tantrums until now, suddenly began circulating her Qi seriously, suspicion would be inevitable.
Tang Xiaoyou carefully regulated her breathing beneath the blanket.
She recalled the Incantations she had memorized beforehand.
‘Open the first meridian, breathe in deeply. Push the scattered toxins into the second meridian…….’
Crack!
In that instant, the deadly poison flowing through her veins rebelled.
“Ugh.”
Her face contorted with agony.
It was always the same.
Whenever she tried to control the poison, it fought back savagely.
But this time was different.
‘If I block the passage to the third meridian…’
“Haahh.”
It felt as if she’d swallowed a lump of charcoal—her throat constricted, clogging.
And yet.
‘It’s… holding?’
Tang Xiaoyou’s eyes flew wide open.
The toxic Qi that should have surged back up through circulation and poured out her throat simply would not rise.
Click.
She plucked a single strand of hair to verify at once.
Then pressed it gently against the saliva pooling at the corner of her mouth.
Normally, the hair would sizzle and dissolve the moment it made contact.
But nothing happened.
The poison was being controlled.
Tears spilled.
In that moment, tears streamed down Tang Xiaoyou’s cheeks.
She clenched her lips to keep it hidden, yet the overwhelming rush of emotion refused to be contained.
“Ahhhh……”
It wasn’t perfect, admittedly.
In a little while, the blockade might give way and more poison could flood out.
But for the first time, she glimpsed hope.
For the first time, she saw a thread leading toward an ordinary life.
Conveniently, the drama playing on the screen shifted to a melodramatic scene of the protagonist sobbing, so Tang Xiaoyou sniffled unnecessarily.
“…The writer really set out to make people cry, didn’t they. Sniff.”
Of course, the drama’s plot barely registered in her mind.
Her thoughts were fixed on two people.
‘Baek Yu-yeon. And her master.’
The image of that man sitting at ease, sunglasses on, flashed across her memory.
A chill ran through her.
‘How does he know my condition?’
The symptoms she endured had eluded even China’s greatest physicians at first glance.
Within all of China, only one person had ever recognized her condition immediately.
Zhu Tianming, Deputy Director of the National Security Bureau.
Her supreme handler.
Of course, ever since recognizing her condition, he had done nothing but extract the poison relentlessly.
Unlike Baek Yu-yeon and her master, he had never tried to help her or propose a solution.
‘There’s no time.’
The conference had only two days left—Wednesday and Thursday.
Once the closing ceremony ended on Friday, she would have to return to the Chinese Underground Research Facility.
‘Before then… I have to master the way to control the poison.’

* * *
Thursday.
Kang Hyeon did not visit the Arc Field again this time, instead taking a seat in the Conference Hall as an observer.
It was to confirm Tang Xiaoyou’s expression.
And.
‘She’s eager.’
Tang Xiaoyou was visibly restless.
Like a puppy desperate to go outside, she kept glancing at Baek Yu-yeon, and even.
‘At me too.’
The corners of Kang Hyeon’s mouth curved upward.
The bait had taken perfectly.
The old man’s words had been right.
When a Heavenly Poison Body encounters the Thursday Formation, this is what happens.
‘Now I need to shake the bait a bit more vigorously.’
Kang Hyeon reached out to Tang Xiaoyou through the Sound Transmission into Secret technique.
– Is it working?
‘Whoosh!’
Tang Xiaoyou’s shoulders jolted sharply.
She spun around in alarm, eyes darting across the observation hall.
– Don’t give yourself away. Those security officers over there are watching. Keep your eyes on the stage and control your expression.
Tang Xiaoyou realized the voice belonged to Baek Yu-yeon’s master.
But it wasn’t even Korean.
‘Is this… an old Sichuan dialect?’
She’d heard it before from some of her grandfather’s generation back home.
‘All right.’
Tang Xiaoyou fixed her gaze on the stage as instructed.
She even played along, resting her chin in her hand as if the presentation bored her.
– Now try circulating your energy the way I showed you yesterday.
Now?
If I mess up even slightly, they’ll catch me for sure.
– It’s fine. Stop talking and just do as I say.
Mesmerized by the certainty in his voice, Tang Xiaoyou steadied her breathing without thinking.
At the same time, she began drawing the energy up from her Dantian.
– You did well extracting the poison from your liver meridian and pushing it into the Gate of Life. But if you send it straight down to your Dantian from there, the resistance becomes too severe.
Exactly!
That’s precisely the blockage I felt yesterday, that moment when my breath got stuck!
– Stop at the Chest Center. There, twist the energy half a rotation, then narrow the meridian and let it flow slowly. Think of it not as a waterfall, but as drawing out a single gossamer thread.
Yes!
I understand!
As Tang Xiaoyou did as the man instructed, the painful sensation vanished.
The rough poison had become like a docile lamb.
‘This can’t be real!’
She took this moment as a stroke of fortune and concentrated even harder.
She was too absorbed to even register the astonishing display Kang Hyeon was pulling off from across the room, reading the flow of energy through space itself.
Right now, all she knew was focus—nothing but focus!
– The third passage…….
Kang Hyeon continued guiding her through the subtler points of the Thursday Formation’s incantation.
She felt the poison gradually becoming tame.
‘More—just a little more!’
Tang Xiaoyou felt her heart might burst.
With each word of advice, her skin crawled with fascination, and understanding dawned.
‘This is only the foundation.’
There had to be deeper layers still.
And when she mastered them completely?
She sensed she’d be able to command the poison in her body with perfect freedom.
– Good. That’s enough for today.
What?
Wait—hold on!
Just a moment more!
– Keep practicing to build familiarity with it.
The voice cut off.
Tang Xiaoyou’s eyes rolled toward the observation seating without moving her body.
The man in sunglasses was standing up, walking toward the exit.
‘No!’
You haven’t shown me everything yet!
Give me more!
“Sigh.”
She felt the ache of impatience creeping in.
Only one more day of conference sessions remained!
She desperately wanted to have another word with that man.

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