CHAPTER 924: CHAPTER 907: YUE FENG VS. HAN LUOFENG!!

"Hehe, I know you don’t think much of those fallen flowers and withered willows, and don’t want to associate with them! I didn’t mention it as I was afraid it might cause you trouble!"

"What the hell? Fallen flowers and withered willows? You might as well say more if you can, otherwise stop mixing metaphors with me, it’s inappropriate!" Upon hearing Wang Xiaomin’s explanation, Yue Feng felt a bit unsettled.

"Anyway, that’s more or less what I meant! You get what I’m trying to express!" Wang Xiaomin said, blinking his sly little eyes rather cleverly.

"Let’s talk about it when we get back after the competition! I still don’t know how this afternoon’s match will end. If I can beat Han Luofeng, hopefully, his influence will be of use!"

"Uh, Brother Feng, you’re uneasy about competing with Han Luofeng this afternoon?"

Hearing the implication in Yue Feng’s words, Wang Xiaomin seemed as if he had seen a ghost. In his heart, Yue Feng was the war god who always remained undefeated.

"I don’t even know the fishing conditions this afternoon, how could I guarantee a hundred percent win beforehand! Losing is quite normal, isn’t it?" Yue Feng replied casually.

Wang Xiaomin shook his head like a rattle: "Not normal! I’ve known you for over a year, and apart from occasionally having a bad spot with no fish, I’ve never seen you miss. You personally competing would lose to Han Luofeng? I don’t believe it!"

Seeing Wang Xiaomin’s almost blind worship, Yue Feng laughed and shook his head: "Only those who know nothing act blindly like you.

There’s a saying that even the all-knowing and all-powerful should remain reverent! Besides, I’m far from being all-knowing and all-powerful!"

"Is there really a chance you might lose?"

"Of course! Do you think Han Luofeng is just loafing around? Never underestimate anyone, or you will surely pay the price!

Actually, against him, I still have a fairly large chance of winning, should be about 60-70% without any surprise. Adding the medicinal wine and bait advantage, the odds could exceed 70%!"

"Seventy percent? That still leaves a 30% chance of losing! Brother Feng, you absolutely can’t lose. If you lose, our faith will collapse!"

Wang Xiaomin seemed like a fanatic while staring at Yue Feng, even speaking of a collapse of faith.

Hearing the brothers getting more outrageous with each line, the kid in the back seat couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Kid: "Wang Xiaomin, what’s in your head? Have you been dating so much your brain’s gone dumb?"

"Uh, sis-in-law, no! I really think so, I’m not joking!"

Looking into Wang Xiaomin’s sincere eyes, the kid felt a bit confused, this joker was just too funny.

...

At 1:20 in the afternoon, the members of Yuefeng Club arrived at the competition venue once again.

By this point in the competition, even fewer teams remained to watch, but Yue Feng noticed the Hua Club members were all ready in advance.

Seeing Yue Feng and the others getting off to unload their gear, Xiao Hai walked over carrying a bag of ice creams.

"Brother Feng, you’re here! These are from Captain Han, he sent them over, and asked me to remind you not to forget the challenge for the first segment! Also, Captain Han asked me to tell you that he also got some pretty effective medicinal wine."

Yue Feng casually took the ice creams and handed them to the kid next to him: "Don’t worry, since I promised, I’ll definitely keep my word! Just be ready for when I get on stage!"

"Well, you guys prepare first, I’m heading back!"

After watching Xiao Hai leave, Yue Feng distributed the ice creams to each team member, then expertly got out the fishing gear, starting early to prepare the bait for the afternoon competition.

Actually, the bait choice became very narrow at this point in the match. Summarizing the morning competition, the Doughballs Fishing Method far outperformed the ordinary ragworm and damp spread.

What Xiao Hai mentioned also gave Yue Feng a heads up; the other side knew the impact of his medicinal wine was awesome, yet they still had the confidence to challenge.

In a way, it meant the advantage of medicinal wine was minimized, at least that’s what the opponent believed.

Under this large premise, how to win in the half-hour match?

Considering this, Yue Feng went through all the preparations he could think of in advance.

The 0.6 main line, 0.3 sub-line’s precise co-farming line group was prepared in advance, with a 1.0 main line and 0.6 sub-line fast fish grabbing line group ready as well.

In terms of bait, Yue Feng added a large amount of refined bran to the Doughballs Bait core, repeatedly kneading with high intensity until the bait core became as translucent and smooth as crystal pudding.

This extreme state adjustment was unseen in the earlier matches, opting mostly for a quick mix with a bit of doughballs glue for convenience. The difference in palatability and smoothness was obvious, especially under potentially slow fishing conditions.

After finalizing all the pre-race preparations involving lines, bait, and trolling, Niu Ben submitted the sequence of players.

Yue Feng was the first to go, followed by second, Xue Kai, third, Wang Xiaomin, fourth, Zhao Zheng, fifth, Zhao Ran. The technically weakest, Wang Zhen, was the substitute.

Soon it was time to go on stage.

For the last match, there was no need to draw lots for opponents, only the seat number was left different. Yue Feng casually pulled a number card.

It was identical to the seating in the last match of the morning, southern bank, which made observing the float a bit more comfortable than the northern bank.

Han Luofeng indeed didn’t play any tricks, also being the first to step on stage.

"Thanks for the ice cream, it’s tasty!" Yue Feng grinned, considering it as a greeting.

Han Luofeng nodded: "I should thank you for taking me seriously as an opponent! I was watching you prepare offstage just now, very focused!"

"You misunderstood! It doesn’t matter who the opponent is, even if it’s going to the Black Pit, I prepare in the same manner!"

"You..."

"Haha, don’t get upset, being emotionally unstable can affect performance! I’m not deliberately getting into a chat with you either!"

Yue Feng grinned, easily letting go of the chance to disrupt Han Luofeng’s mindset further and expand his influence.

Upon hearing this, Han Luofeng was slightly startled.

In just a few words, he found himself emotionally swayed, only Yue Feng didn’t stoop to taking advantage in this way, pointing it out voluntarily.

Han Luofeng remained silent for a couple of seconds, then said: "Thank you!"

Yue Feng did a final check on the positioning of items like his sub-line box and water basin behind him, only then did he slowly reply: "You’re welcome!"

"All athletes in the field, please note, the race will commence in five seconds,

54321, the race has begun!"

With a command given, Yue Feng and Han Luofeng simultaneously cast their rods into the water, tossing the pre-baited doughballs bait into the fishing spots in front of them.

The figures of casting rods were almost identical, the bait state alike, even the selection of float types was nearly the same.

Yet soon enough, the difference with the first cast emerged.

Han Luofeng did not wait for the float to settle correctly and impatiently raised his rod just as it started descending.

Seeing this, Yue Feng’s lips curled slightly.

"Are you planning to test your luck with me? You don’t even want to spend time probing the fish conditions for the first few casts."