Fishing Livestream

Well, after all that buildup, I thought they'd choose the last-ranked team as their opponent, but Han Luofeng made a feint and directly locked onto the Tianyuan Youth Training Team.

This makes things lively. As the only club with two teams in the top 12, the Tianyuan Club has become the target of two strong teams ranking first and second.

The worst-case scenario is that both teams lose and enter the resurrection group. If they're lucky, the main team could be successful in reviving, but it's a near-impossible task for the second team to snatch another resurrection spot from so many strong teams.

The captain of Tianyuan's second Youth Training Team, Hu Changsheng, couldn't help but snort coldly upon hearing Han Luofeng choose his team: "Everyone says Yuefeng Fishing Tackle and Hua Club are like-minded and branches from the same root, and now it seems true!

Since Captain Han chose our Youth Training Team, I'll represent the second team and accept the challenge. Let's see how our young guys fire it up!"

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Except for the targeted selections by Yue Feng and Hua Clan, other teams choosing opponents was quite normal.

They generally followed the pattern of choosing from the highest rank down to the lowest. Actual combat power needs to be shown later, but at least on paper, there's a slight gap in combat power.

Once the six group matchups were determined, the leaders quickly submitted their team battle rosters.

With just over ten minutes left until the first match, Yue Feng gathered the team members in a secluded spot for final pre-match instructions.

"For the upcoming match, follow the lineup order we discussed at noon. Zhao Zheng in first, Wang Zhen in second, I'll be third, Xue Kai fourth, and Zhao Ran will finish!

Leng Xiaojun's Tianyuan main team does have some skills. Strategically, we can belittle the opponent, but tactically, we must take them seriously. The anglers need to stay calm and perfectly unleash the level shown in the morning match. Can we win?"

"We can!" the team shouted in unison.

"The sound's a bit low, I didn't hear it clearly. I'll ask again, can we win?"

"We! Can! Win!"

With three loud shouts, even Yue Feng himself felt the blood in their veins heating up, and the passion for battle ignited with just a few words.

Zhao Zheng took a big gulp from his Wahaha mineral water, carelessly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Just watch my performance. The fish situation is simple; it's a contest of pure strength. Tianyuan's big shots? We've fought them before. Just do it!"

Wang Zhen and Xue Kai chimed in, "Zheng is right, just do it! Get revenge for Xiaomin!"

Yue Feng glanced at the time, "Alright, get ready to go on stage. Stick to the agreed tactics!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, gathered his equipment, and strode towards the field.

Pond One had been newly planned by now,

In any case, it's a club face-off match, eliminating advantageous positions like edges and aerators, so the geographic factors scarcely have any impact,

Therefore, there's no need for drawing lots for positions. They chose a segment in the southern central part, lined up from the first to the sixth group, with the challenging team on the left and the challenged on the right. The positions of the two teams are adjacent, separated by an empty fishing spot from the next group.

The first match is about target fish weight. During the morning competition, Yue Feng had thoroughly studied the situation, and Zhao Zheng prepared adequately, starting from sitting down on the fishing box. He quickly entered battle-ready mode.

There have only been two matches conducted overall. With such a big competition field, the impact on fishing due to released fish conditions is inevitable, but it's not to an exaggerated extent.

Therefore, the strategy Yue Feng formulated at noon remains largely unchanged from the morning competition. The only slight adjustment was to the status of the ragworm bait. While keeping the weight substantial, they tweaked the softness to ensure enough hook adhesion while making the bait slightly more palatable.

Zhao Zheng was the first up, while next door, Tianyuan sent Ming Xiaodong as their starter.

Ming Xiaodong, nicknamed Toad Dong, is one of Tianyuan's key anglers. Previously, Yue Feng had met him a few times during competitions but hadn't interacted much. The only impression was the guy's face covered with pustule-like dark red pimples, along with extremely snide remarks and a foul mouth.

Just before going on stage, during the strategy discussion, he had grumbled below, but Leng Xiaojun held absolute authority in the team, refusing to listen to him, insisting he go first. So, he had no choice but to come up first.

Sitting down on the fishing box, Ming Xiaodong gave Zhao Zheng a contemptuous glance.

"Hey, what's your name? I've seen you before, but I forgot your name!" Ming Xiaodong asked Zhao Zheng with a tone of a senior talking to a junior trainee.

Zhao Zheng is amicable within the team, but he's not easy to deal with. Seeing the other pretending ignorance, he didn't expose him: "Toad Brother, given your position, naturally, you wouldn't remember someone like me!"

The mention of 'Toad' triggered Ming Xiaodong's sensitive spot, nearly making him jump.

"Damn, I'm Ming Xiaodong, do I know you well? Don't give me nicknames for no reason!"

Zhao Zheng said, "Oh, right! We're not familiar. With the way you greeted, I thought we were buddies! Sorry about that, and yes, it was intentional!"

"You...!" Although Ming Xiaodong is skilled in chit-chat, he's still no match for Zhao Zheng. Within moments, he was provoked.

"Looking ugly isn't your fault; blame it on hormone imbalance. But talking should be done with civility and decorum. Speaking profanity isn't okay. If I report you, the referee might warn and penalize you! Don't believe it? Want to try?"

Wearing a teasing expression of a hunter observing prey, Zhao Zheng smiled at Ming Xiaodong.

Upon hearing the words "warning and penalize," Ming Xiaodong instantly calmed down and stopped speaking. That's not a good thing, especially after grumbling with Leng Xiaojun before going on stage. If penalized, it becomes a matter of attitude. Winning the face-off is fine, but losing would mean taking the blame. Ming Xiaodong isn't naive enough to take that risk.

"Hmm, hmm, a top angler is indeed perceptive! Nice, nice! For the first stage match, this mindset works well. Let's not mess with each other or talk to each other; let's not use chat tricks on each other, shall we?"

"Alright, alright, silence, let's not bother each other!" Ming Xiaodong helplessly waved his hand, agreeing to Zhao Zheng's suggestion.

This seemingly negligible pre-fishing episode actually marked a silent clash, with Zhao Zheng winning over Ming Xiaodong's attempt at chit-chat tactics.

After thwarting Ming Xiaodong's ploy, Zhao Zheng calmly checked his line setup, bait, subline box, etc., ensuring everything was in its most convenient position. With three minutes left until the match starts, Zhao Zheng had adjusted to his best state, just waiting for the whistle to sound to start.