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With such an opponent, Xue Kai indeed felt pressured in terms of momentum. However, the tough training he usually underwent played a significant role. Although his heart was anxious, his basic movements with his hands remained intact. He forced himself to keep up with the opponent's rhythm, cast after cast, stubbornly following, refusing to let go.

The fish were biting quickly, feeling a strong feeding desire, and the amount and flavor profile of the bait became very important factors for attracting fish.

When it comes to fast fish, there's nothing much to say; it's all about frequency and rhythm.

Xue Kai used almost all his strength, yet there was still just a slight gap compared to Mu Lin.

As reflected in the results, in the fourth round, Mu Lin caught a total of 16 grass carps, while on Xue Kai's side, he missed some bites and lost some fish, and with small fish creating waves, wasting chances for casting due to various minor mistakes, he only ended up with 12 fish.

In the Tianyuan team's round, they caught up with four fish, leaving their advantage to only eight fish!

This result was acceptable for Yue Feng and the others; four fish only weighed about two or three pounds. As the fishing situation continued to improve, the pace getting faster and faster. Unless there was a major mistake in the fifth round, the opponent was bound to lose!

Soon, Zhao Ran, the backup player, was sent in to replace Xue Kai, who had been busy the whole match.

Seeing Xue Kai sweating after the match, Yue Feng asked with a smile, "So, how is it after going head-to-head with a top domestic angler?"

Xue Kai, facing Yue Feng's gentle gaze, felt a bit embarrassed and scratched his head, "The pressure was really intense! Even though his float consumed smaller lead than mine, he seemed to cast more effortlessly, and his landing was extremely precise! Not only was his casting accurate, but his frequency was also fast, controlling the rhythm steadily.

Many casts were made where just after the float flipped, and the second swing of the hook line started, he would lift the rod. After some back-and-forth actions, he could catch fish immediately! It's like he knew in advance!"

Hearing Xue Kai's detailed observation, Yue Feng was slightly stunned. Words meant for encouragement froze, and he instead explained, "This is what I've been telling you about rhythm.

What is rhythm? A periodically occurring alternating variation can be called rhythm.

In music, it's the alternating variation of beats, and in fishing, it's the alternating variation of casting and returning fish!

You mentioned earlier that his timing for lifting the rod was quick when baiting; that's because the hook line was short. By the second swing, the hook line was already ten to twenty centimeters from the bottom, and the fish were near this water level. The bait was heavy enough to have almost no effect. Lifting the rod in advance saved him about a few seconds!

Why does he know the next cast will be on fish anyway? That's because of the top angler's terrifying perception and control over the fish situation.

If there are fish in the baited area, the float will exhibit some small movements. If the float's pattern is regular within the rhythm of casting and returning fish, that could be taken as the basis for catching fish, preparing in advance, saving time when necessary, and maintaining vigilance when needed. Master the rhythm, and efficiency naturally improves!"

"Uh, I understand! Now I get how it's done! I'll try this next time!"

Initially, Xue Kai had a vague concept in mind, but after Yue Feng's detailed explanation, his understanding of the competition's fish situation and rhythm rose to a new level. To exaggerate a bit, this effect was akin to a martial arts master unlocking the governor and conception vessels.

Yue Feng nodded with a smile, "Go take a break; we should be set for this match. No matter how strong their basic skills may be, they won't turn the tables. Just watch patiently!"

Yue Feng wasn't just making empty talk. Despite Zhao Ran's usual quietness, his fishing skill was more than sufficient. When he joined the team, he already possessed top-level angler abilities. Through almost a year of continuous polishing and targeted training, there was a subtle sense of further improvement in his fishing skill.

The Tianyuan's last player was a young newcomer, probably from the second team. After the old Hu was transferred, he filled the gap.

From a technical perspective, this young angler's comprehensive fishing skill was not bad, possessing nearly top-level angler ability. However, when up against Zhao Ran, that technique seemed insufficient.

In the fifth round, a situation similar to the previous match between Mu Lin and Xue Kai reoccurred. This time, however, the disadvantage reversed. Zhao Ran seemed to be teaching a lesson to the young angler on the opposing side.

Whether in casting accuracy, bite timing, nestmaking, and catching fish rhythm change, Zhao Ran consistently outperformed the opponent. With each cast of Loose Bait, target fish followed one by one, leaving the opponent far behind with ease.

Seeing the situation in the last round, Leng Xiaojun's face was frighteningly cold, seemingly about to drip water.

Mu Lin gave Leng Xiaojun's shoulder a gentle push, "That's enough, Brother Jun, so we lost. At worst, we just play another match in the resurrection round! It's no big deal!"

No comfort helped; when Mu Lin tried to comfort him, Leng Xiaojun's face darkened even more, "I shouldn't have placed Xiao Dong as the starter earlier. One mistake at the start, and we're at a disadvantage every subsequent step!

If Lao Hu were on the main team, it'd be better; even if it's a tie, we wouldn't suffer behind. At least the chance to win would be fifty percent!

Now, it looks great with two teams entering, only to both land squarely into the resurrection round in the second round—utter humiliation!"

Hearing Leng Xiaojun's summary, the starting player, Ming Xiaodong, gloomily pursed his lips, "Don't bring it up; it's my fault! Who would've thought Zhao Zheng was so cunning, leading me into trouble unawares! Anyway, what's done is done. I'll take responsibility, handle it as deemed appropriate!"

"You take the blame? Can you really carry it? Before the game, I set a military order with Master that our goal was to secure second and fight for first! Now look, we're into the resurrection round in just the second round! Embarrassing or not? Just asking you guys, isn't it embarrassing?"

Mu Lin: "I'd say it's not that our skills have deteriorated, it's that Yue Feng's brought too odd of a team!

Take that kid I faced in the fourth round, last year he had no method in fishing when we met in competition. This time around, he could grit his teeth and stick to my rhythm, clearly improving significantly!

From my perspective, the new players in our Tianyuan team need to adjust their training direction and methods, even Meng Weize in the second team, isn't he technically good? Yet his improvement doesn't catch up to that guy!

Moreover, this Xue Kai isn't even the strongest newcomer in Yue Feng's team. Once Wang Xiaomin's injury heals, their team's combat power will be even more aggressive..."

Mu Lin mentioned Wang Xiaomin, causing Leng Xiaojun to instinctively look towards the viewing area under Yue Feng's team's station.

Wang Xiaomin was sitting on a chair with a backrest, calmly chatting with a teammate, alongside a very pretty girl who occasionally peeled lychees for him to eat.

So young, and already showing promise. If Wang Xiaomin recovers well, to what extent will Yue Feng's team's comprehensive strength soar? Leng Xiaojun dared not even imagine further.