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Chapter 929 - 912: Three Straight Wins, the Championship!

Author: Ruler
updatedAt: 2025-08-23

CHAPTER 929: CHAPTER 912: THREE STRAIGHT WINS, THE CHAMPIONSHIP!

At this moment, the advantage of Wang Xiaomin’s foresight in preparing ahead of time showed. With plentiful bait, more fish gathered. Coupled with Zhao Zheng’s delicate techniques and casting frequency, they firmly held the advantage on the field.

Within a few minutes after Zhao Zheng switched back to the Doughballs Fishing Method, the fishing situation on the field reached a peak,

As the fourth session was nearing the end, quick hooks turned into rapid catches, and every cast had a bite, causing the fish in the competition pond to go wild.

Zhao Ran, who was finishing the fifth session, kept a close eye on the situation from start to finish. Seeing the opportunity for a burst of connections, he decisively found the 9H+ Fly Kicking rod, along with the fast-attack bottom float that Wang Xiaomin had modified earlier.

As soon as the whistle blew to end the fourth session, Zhao Ran strode up with his rod.

During this process, neither team captain Yue Feng nor team leader Niu Ben had any intention of evaluating or discussing Zhao Ran’s judgment. This is a respect for a professional competitive angler’s ability to assess fish conditions,

The fish were biting, and with the Doughballs Fishing Method combined with the particle bait soaked with medicinal wine to lure the fish, Fly Copy and Fly Kicking became the most direct and effective ways to widen the gap in fish catches in the competition.

Sure enough, after Zhao Ran started in the fifth slot, he simply tested the carp’s bite response to the big hook and line, made slight adjustments, and then started fishing at a high frequency.

He switched the leader line to the 0.8 produced by the System Mall, and the hook to a No. 7 Sleeve Hook. For ordinary Black Pit anglers, these configurations might be lacking for Fly Kicking, but for Zhao Ran, he could handle it with ease!

From the first fish flying out of the water to hooking it with the needle stopper and securing it in the net, Yue Feng knew the championship was in the bag because he saw that the last Hua Clan angler chose the Fly Copy method.

As mentioned earlier, there is an insurmountable gap in fish return efficiency between Fly Copy and Fly Kicking. As long as the fish keep biting, Fly Kicking has an absolute advantage, even if Zhao Ran makes mistakes and changes several leader lines, the conclusion remains unchanged.

In the next twenty-plus minutes, during the final session of the concluding battle, Zhao Ran gave the audience in the stands and those in the live broadcast room a dazzling Fly Kicking performance.

Seeing Zhao Ran’s smooth and skillfully executed Fly Kicking moves, even the on-field referees and staff were somewhat infected. It was a speed and passion only fishermen could truly appreciate.

The thirty-minute duration of a single session ended in this dizzying state, and as the match control referee blew the final whistle to end the competition, the four anglers on the field almost simultaneously put down their rods and stood up.

There were no unexpected turnarounds by big fish, no serious performance errors, only stable display influenced by the high proficiency accumulated through everyday training over time. At this moment, everyone’s hearts were filled with the joy of victory.

Zhao Zheng and Wang Xiaomin jumped up from their seats in excitement.

"We won! Brother Feng, we won!"

"We are the champions! Yue Feng team is awesome, Brother Ran is awesome!"

"Haha, no amount of scheming or luck can compare to absolute strength. We are the champions!"

Seeing the "grandiose slogans" of the three young anglers, Yue Feng got up with a smile, but was unexpectedly lifted by Wang Xiaomin and Wang Zhen in a joint maneuver.

"Don’t mess around, put me down!" Yue Feng immediately tensed up. These two rascals had no sense and might drop him!

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In a short while, the competition weight results were calculated.

Yuefeng Fishing Club’s total weight, 33.4kg.

Hua Clan Fishing Club, total weight 25.9kg.

The majority of the fish catches were made in the latter two sessions, with a fish catch difference of more than seven kilograms, giving the Yue Feng team solid confidence to win the championship. It could be said that the victory was nearly overwhelming.

The commotion was still ongoing when Ma Yuhua and Han Luofeng, along with other team members, strode over.

Upon seeing them, Yue Feng immediately went up to greet them.

Coach Ma: "On behalf of the Hua Clan team, I congratulate you on winning the championship!"

Yue Feng modestly smiled: "Uncle Ma, you’re making me a bit embarrassed, thanks for going easy on us!"

Ma Yuhua: "I heard about how you guided little Han on the field, which significantly changed my impression of you!

The old man didn’t misjudge. You know how to distinguish inside from outside. Anyway, the championship is in our own people’s hands, whether it’s you or us who took it, it’s all the same!"

Yue Feng: "Fellow compatriots’ bonds, it’s all just our duty! No need to make a big deal, I didn’t really do much!"

"Haha, you’re quite humble! The old man called me earlier, there’s a victory banquet for you tonight, let’s celebrate well! Don’t skip it!"

"I’ll definitely attend! It’s an opportunity to have a good drink with Uncle Ma!"

"Indeed, you must! I won’t babble any more, you prepare. Later, when the champion goes on stage, you’ll have an award acceptance speech, and it’d be best to take this opportunity to promote your brand. You have so many brothers to lead, you must be responsible to the company and team! The old man will personally present the award as the ceremony guest!"

"Yes, yes, I’ll prepare!" Yue Feng eagerly agreed.

"You all get busy, see you tonight!"

"OK!"

After sending off Old Ma, Zhao Ran also came down from the stage with his fishing box and plopped down in his seat. "It’s ours!"

"Haha, our Brother Ran is fierce but speaks little!"

"That little Fly Kicking maneuver in the last session was incredible, so awesome!"

"Let’s have a celebration. Brother Ran fished perfectly!"

With a glance and a nod, Wang Zhen and Wang Xiaomin signaled, and in an instant, the young guys bent down, employing the same trick to lift the defenseless Zhao Ran.

This time, it wasn’t as simple as lifting Yue Feng. Zhao Zheng and old Sun also unkindly joined in, four or five big men lifted Zhao Ran over their shoulders, and with a chant, they engaged in a macho version of tossing him high, drawing many spectators from the clubs and staff to look their way.

After a while, the racket finally ceased, and the competition points ranking was publicly posted on the bulletin board.

The top four results of this competition: Yuefeng Fishing Tackle with three consecutive wins, nine total points, ranked first.

Hua Club, with two wins and one loss, six total points. Runner-up, second place.

Tianyuan Club one win and two losses, three points, third place.

Fish Hunter at the bottom, three consecutive losses, fourth place.

With the rankings published, up next were the results for the other teams in the top eight. The stakes were relatively lower, and the attention diminished somewhat.

A few minutes later, staff began preparing for the award ceremony and closing ceremony speeches, with all the competition teams assembling below the stage as required.

Seeing the professional etiquette ladies bring various certificates and trophies onto the stage in advance, beneath Yue Feng’s calm expression, his heart was also secretly excited.

Lead the team in relentless efforts for so many days, to ultimately win the championship honor, it wasn’t easy at all!

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