The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 89

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Academy’s Absolute Professor Episode 89
Ariana Ashford (3)
Boom-boom-boom!
Explosions erupted in succession across the stage.
Ariana and Mumyeon Nachal had begun their full clash.
To ordinary eyes, a red dot and a black dot would seem to tangle at invisible speed, trading blows in a frenzied exchange.
But to Kang Hyeon’s eyes, each instant of their offensive and defensive play came into sharp focus.
Crimson flame poured from the tip of Ariana’s blade, stretching outward in rough waves, while demonic energy channeled through Mumyeon Nachal’s claws pressed down against it.
Watching their collision, Kang Hyeon let out a short, quiet laugh.
‘Thank goodness it’s not the original body.’
This was likely an Avatar Form conjured with the power of a Blood Gate.
Had it been the true body, Ariana—no matter how strong—would stand no chance at her current level.
The masters of the Six Calamities were beings who could scarcely be called human; they were demigods.
Of course, an Avatar Form was no trifling threat.
It could still slaughter several peak-tier masters with ease.
“……What!”
Ariana was clearly shaken.
She had never faced anything stronger than any hunter or beast she’d encountered before.
“Curse you! Who are you!”
Ariana cried out, but Mumyeon Nachal did not answer.
It simply pressed its attack with relentless persistence, as though bent on taking her life.
“Kyaaaah!”
“Urgh!”
In the distance, victims continued to fall.
Unable to bear it, Ariana unleashed the opening form of the Red Flame Sword toward the faceless ones swarming over the stands.
Whoosh!
Where the crimson flames passed, three faceless ones crumbled to ash without even a final cry.
“Huh.”
Kang Hyeon, mid-stroke against one of the creatures, involuntarily gasped at the sight.
‘Truly the Guyang Paekmaek.’
Each faceless one she burned was of absolute mastery level.
While inferior to the Deep Light Ghost that Mongolia couldn’t handle, they nonetheless reached S-Rank Hunter standards.
But admiration lasted only a moment; Kang Hyeon’s brow furrowed.
‘Still, enlightenment is one thing—her martial skill can’t keep pace with her power.’
By Kang Hyeon’s measure, the Red Flame Sword she wielded was crude.
It was as though the world’s greatest chef were cooking with a child’s toy knife.
The Yang essence that the Guyang Paekmaek unleashed was vast as an ocean, yet the sword technique channeling it was nothing but a narrow canal.
Where would the immense Yang essence that failed to disperse properly go?
Inevitably, it would flow backward and sear her meridians from within.
Just as it was doing now.
“Cough!”
Blood gushed from Ariana’s mouth as she drove off from the empty air.
The only way to save her was to master a supreme technique capable of fully containing that Yang essence.
Scrape!
Kang Hyeon sliced through another faceless one’s neck and surveyed the battlefield.
And soon, a glint of interest crossed his eyes.
Crash!
“You bastard, die!”
Far off.
Do Jeong-hyeok, when he had slipped in, was driving his fist into a faceless one’s face.
That wasn’t all.
Cha Yu-sik and Gwak Do-jin, the Korean students whom he’d ordered to flee to the airport, had formed a combined formation and were covering Do Jeong-hyeok’s back.
‘This is…’
Kang Hyeon let out a sigh.
These faceless ones were not yet something mere students could afford to face.
A misstep would mean losing valuable forces in this situation!
But had their foolish courage become a spark?
“Draw your blades!”
“The Korean students are fighting! We cannot stand idle!”
“Maintain formation! It’s an extension of the Arc Field!”
The elite students from each nation who remained in the stadium began drawing their weapons in unison and joining the fight.
And Baek Yu-yeon?
She was engrossed in treating the wounded, working in teams with the medical and martial arts students to check their vital channels and administer care.
‘Impressive.’
Kang Hyeon had been surprised many times today.
He’d been teaching them with the thought that they wouldn’t flee when facing real demons in the future, but he hadn’t expected them to step forward with courage despite such a disparity in strength.
It was admirable.
With that kind of resolve, they would surely be able to fulfill their roles when Asura truly descended in the future.
‘But.’
Kang Hyeon couldn’t help them right now, nor could he help Ariana.
Why?
The appearance of a Blood Gate meant that the Blood Print Apostles of the Blood Heaven Society had also infiltrated this place.
They hid themselves somewhere here through concealment or disguise, summoning the demon beasts via ritual.
‘It should happen any moment now….’
That was when it happened.
The entire sky above Paris turned crimson.
Rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble-rumble!
The whole world began to tremble.
‘That is…’
Kang Hyeon’s face hardened.
The colossal silhouette of a demon beast descending through the blood-red chasm!
A serpent’s head emerging with flashing red scales….
‘The Blood Armored Dragon!’
They summoned that?
Already?
Are these bastards truly insane?
If Leviathan was a grass snake, this creature was nothing less than a genuine imugi—a great water serpent from the old tales.
Moreover, to summon it, they would have had to sacrifice the lives of ten Blood Print Apostles they’d painstakingly cultivated as offerings.
‘Damn.’
If that thing fully manifests, it’s over.
The Kang Hyeon from the Martial World would have dealt with such an imugi easily, but now he lacked the Seven Luminaries Formation and his internal power isn’t whole.
‘What could this be about?’
Kang Hyeon was puzzled.
He’d already learned through Shim Deung-gwi that Asura’s subordinates had infiltrated this society.
But why expose themselves so recklessly?
They too should be preserving their resources to bring Asura down properly, only to dye the world in blood all at once.
‘The apostles, the faceless guests… and even the Avatar Form of Mumyeon Nachal…… Could they be targeting me?’
When he’d disposed of thirteen Shim Deung-gwis, they must have certainly recognized Kang Hyeon.
Given that Baek Yu-yeon was called the Angel of Mongolia, they would have known to some degree that he was in Korea.
‘Could it be because of Ariana?’
They seemed capable of interfering with the meeting between Guyang Paekmaek and himself.
Without intervention, the Guyang Paekmaek would perish, but if it met Kang Hyeon, he knew not what might change.
That’s why they’re so eager to kill Ariana.
Even calling forth the Blood Armored Dragon!
‘First, I must stop the summoning.’
Kang Hyeon pushed off the ground and found Min Seo-jun hidden in the corner.
“Kid.”
“Yes, Master.”
The boy was frightened, but he hadn’t lost his reason and remained composed.
Instead, he asked back.
“That’s the demon you always speak of, isn’t it? The one we’re supposed to fight.”
“Yes.”
Kang Hyeon nodded.
“Today is a rehearsal.”
In truth, it wasn’t even worth calling it a rehearsal.
Months before Asura’s descent, when his subordinates begin to wreak calamity, the real world splits into fragments.
“Listen. The ritual calling that imugi is called the Ten Direction Blood Scale Dragon Summoning Formation.”
This too was knowledge he’d heard from the elder Jin Gwi.
“Ten apostles hidden through concealment or disguised among the crowds are chanting an incantation. To stop the summoning, you must behead more than half of them—at least six.”
The problem was finding these rats hiding their auras in this chaos quickly enough.
What suited that task perfectly was Min Seo-jun’s Ghost Eyes.
“So I’m the one who needs to find it.”
“Think you can do it?”
“I’m your disciple, Master!”
Kang Hyeon laughed inwardly.
The boy had impressed him so.
“Take me somewhere I can see the entire stadium.”
You’ve passed, this rascal of mine.
“Hold on tight.”
Kang Hyeon seized Min Seo-jun by the scruff of the neck with a rough grip.

* * *
Students from every nation took their positions, and with the Paris Academy professors and France’s major guilds joining the effort, a formidable defensive line was established.
And Baek Yu-yeon did her part within it.
“This way!”
She shouted in English.
“Send any wounded over here!”
The ones with twisted ankles she barely glanced at anymore.
The patients she needed to treat were Hunters—those struck by the faceless creature and suffering internal injuries.
Those wounded by the Mumyeon Nachal.
“Ugh!”
“Let me stop the bleeding first.”
Whenever someone bled, she’d stanch the wound, then press acupoints or insert needles to stabilize their raging qi.
In the midst of pressing acupoint after acupoint without rest.
“Haah… haah. Thank you.”
A Hunter whose arm had nearly been torn clean off bowed his head repeatedly.
His face had gone pale and his body trembled—signs of lingering trauma.
“The bleeding’s stopped. Things are critical right now, so go lie down behind that collapsed pillar over there. Don’t move, no matter what.”
Just as Baek Yu-yeon was about to withdraw her hand from the blood-soaked bandage.
A chill ran through the air.
The Hunter’s trembling hand seized her wrist with sudden force.
“Grrgh, thank you… You’re the Angel of Mongolia, aren’t you?”
“Yes, that’s what they call me, but I’m busy right now. I need to help others if you’d just—”
Baek Yu-yeon’s breath caught in her throat.
‘What… what is this?’
Her pale blue eyes trembled.
She could see the energy flowing through the blood vessels, but it was unmistakably different from any ordinary person.
And the energy itself felt dark, viscous, repulsive.
‘What… what is it?’
In that instant, her skin prickled with gooseflesh as she went rigid, her lips parting slightly.
A wet, slicing sound.
The Hunter’s neck was severed clean.
Rolling.
The head that had just been thanking her tumbled across the ground.
Baek Yu-yeon’s heart nearly leaped from her chest in shock, but recognizing who had cut it down, she steadied herself.
“…Master?”
Standing before her was Kang Hyeon himself.
And perched on his shoulders like a rider was Min Seo-jun.
Kang Hyeon flicked the blood from his blade and gestured with his chin.
“Look.”
Baek Yu-yeon’s gaze returned to the severed head.
“Gasp—”
She inhaled sharply despite herself.
The skin that had covered the Hunter’s face had melted away, revealing beneath it a fiend with a mouth split all the way to its ears.
“Blood Print Apostles of the Blood Heaven Society.”
Her Master’s voice resonated in her ear.
“Remember this well. These creatures are far better at mimicking humans than you’d think.”
Tsk—Kang Hyeon’s eyes gleamed with disdain as he clicked his tongue at the wretched beings.
“Master! Over there!”
Min Seo-jun, scanning their surroundings, pointed urgently toward something in the distance.
Whoosh!
In the same instant, his form vanished into thin air.
Baek Yu-yeon, who had been momentarily dazed, clenched her fists hard.
‘So this is what it means.’
These terrifying monsters are the true enemies we’ll have to face from now on, and Master is teaching us to prepare for that very thing!
She bit her lip and forced herself to focus.
Though the monstrous thing that had recognized her a moment ago made her skin crawl, she had to do what needed to be done.
“Next casualty! Where are they?”

* * *
‘Cockroaches. Every last one of these damned roaches.’
Kang Hyeon gnashed his teeth.
The Blood Print Apostles’ concealment was so uncanny that besides the patient from before, he’d already cut down a rescue worker and an interpreter.
There had even been one chanting incantations from inside the basement.
And.
Shing!
Kang Hyeon’s blade severed the neck of an apostle hiding in the rubble of concrete.
Min Seo-jun had found the area just moments ago, and underneath the rubble that had buried Mi Jong-jin was where the creature had been.
That made five now?
If he could find just one more, he might be able to prevent the summoning itself—or so he thought in that instant.
Roooooaaaarrr!
The head of the Blood Armored Dragon finally emerged beneath the Paris sky.
It was so massive that it filled the entire field of vision.
It truly felt like the world was about to end.
The problem was that this was only the head.
If the entire body came through, it would be truly hopeless.
Crack!
That was when the Blood Armored Dragon twisted its massive neck.
Two Red Scales tore free and shattered into dozens of fragments, spraying outward like projectiles.
They were headed straight for the Dome Stadium where the most people were gathered, and toward the New Training Hall of the Paris Academy.
“Stay down!”
Burst!
Kang Hyeon pushed off the ground and deflected several of the scales.
“Ugh.”
The impact was heavy enough to make his arm sting.
Ariana, locked in combat with Mumyeon Nachal in the distance, must have sensed it too.
Whoooosh!
She unleashed the Red Flame Sword, intercepting the scales.
She managed to block what was heading for the Dome Stadium.
The problem was the New Training Hall.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
Just a handful of scales struck it, and the entire building collapsed in on itself, dust clouds swallowing the sky.
The destructive force was truly staggering.
Kang Hyeon’s urgency intensified.
“Kid! Have you got it yet?”

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