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Chapter 414 - 414 403 Special Treatment

414: Chapter 403: Special Treatment 414: Chapter 403: Special Treatment Gently teasing the tip of the rod, Yue Feng found no fish nibbling at the bait!

Exhibiting patience, he waited for two seconds and teased again, still no fish took the bait!

Carefully lifting the rod, the next second two barely hook-enveloped beans-sized ragworms were hooked, dangling on the hook.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the twin hooks precisely landed at the position where the float had flipped and stood upright on the previous cast.

From the moment the float entered the water, Yue Feng’s body tensed, entering combat mode again, not missing any tiny movement.

The float slowly turned and steadily descended to the position of the last prompt.

The expected bite didn’t come, and Yue Feng was slightly disappointed.

However, the disappointment lasted less than a second, as near the target fishing spot, the float dipped slightly, delivering a very subtle nibble.

Luckily, Yue Feng was using a super fine line setup; had it been a standard setup of a 1.0 main line and a 0.6 leader with a regular float, he might not have even noticed the nibble.

Now was the moment, a gentle upward flick of his wrist and he had successfully hooked the fish.

The force from under the water, transmitted through the line and fishing rod, confirmed a catch!

Seeing Yue Feng’s newly switched 3h fishing rod bend into a beautiful curve, the surrounding trainees got excited!

“Look, the leader has caught a fish!”

“Judging by the bend of the rod, that’s not a small fish!”

“Incredible!

As long as he lands this fish, victory is almost certain!!”

The spectators were exceptionally excited.

Yue Feng’s heartbeat far exceeded 180.

The force felt through the line was unexpectedly strong; he hadn’t hooked an ordinary half-pound carp but a decently sized fish instead.

Experienced anglers, after hooking a fish and briefly “sizing the fish”, can generally estimate the weight of the fish underwater.

In Yue Feng’s estimation, this fish conservatively weighed about two to three pounds.

Hooking the fish was gentle, undisturbing, but by the swimming speed and the feedback force, he could make an approximate judgment.

Yue Feng had been prepared for the long fight usual with the Air Force strategy, but his prolonged patience near the end of the contest unexpectedly yielded a big catch.

With such sparse fish activity, if he landed this fish, victory in this competition was secure!

In the following minutes, Yue Feng demonstrated a perfect thin-line slippery fish show.

From catching the fish, he remained crouching, trying to keep the rod deeply arched.

Whenever the fish exerted its strength, Yue Feng adjusted the angle of the rod to optimally dissipate the force.

Those in the know, watching his meticulous handling, couldn’t help but feel outmatched.

If nothing unexpected happened, this fish was his.

Minutes later, as the fish tired from its relentless movement and could not maintain its swimming posture, it flipped and floated to the surface.

With quick reflexes, Yue Feng scooped with his left hand, tugging back and perfectly netting the fish!

It was a large carp, weighing roughly three to four pounds, with golden wings and scales, appearing to be an old timer from the Practice Pole Pond.

Its body was lean and not as plump as those from Black Pit or reservoirs, its belly quite deflated.

As Yue Feng unhooked and picked up the fish, he was slightly stunned.

The fish seemed long but much thinner than he expected.

Weighing three to four pounds in length, but feeling only just over two pounds in hand, it was pitifully skinny, having grown such a large frame possibly due to prolonged starvation.

Despite being only skin and bones, Yue Feng was not disdainful.

He carefully held the fish, separated by the netting material, and securely placed it in the Fish Guard; he had won this fishing competition!

Seeing Yue Feng securing a carp, Han Luofeng remained outwardly unfazed, but inside he was worried.

Damn it, what to do now, just nine more minutes and the one-hour fishing competition would end!

His casting frequency increased, and the array of backup baits on the box in front of him began to be used haphazardly.

His next cast used a strongly scented bait, and then a subtly scented one; after seven or eight successive casts without repetition, Yang Wenjian silently shook his head.

Yang Wenjian knew Han Luofeng was flustered!

Reality wouldn’t bend to anyone’s will, especially when it came to the already sparse fish activity, which faded away without any fuss in the last less than ten minutes, and the clock above the moon rang again.

“Time’s up for fishing!”

Two anglers stood up from their spots.

Yue Feng glanced calmly at his opponent and then turned to look at Yang Wenjian.

“Shall we weigh the catch?”

This inquiry was not loud, but it sounded more jarring than thunder to Han Luofeng.

His face quickly turned red, and with a somewhat contorted expression, he removed the float from his line and handed it to Yue Feng, not bothering to pack up his gear, and turned to leave.

It was too much bullying!

Simply too much bullying!

Having fished for so many years, Han Luofeng had lost timing and made mistakes in competitions before, but he had never encountered such a humiliating contest.

The Air Force guy had endured it, but even then, he was ridiculed— he couldn’t stand losing face like that!

A good mixed-breed timing competition ended with Yue Feng’s instant defeat of his opponent, 1:0.

Seeing Han Luofeng’s graceless departure, Yue Feng froze on the spot.

Was it really necessary to react so strongly just because he casually asked if they should weigh the catch?

Holding the float handed to him by the other, Yue Feng felt terrible!

Instructor Yang hadn’t expected such a situation either and after a few seconds of silence, he said, “Pack up, I’ll give you a special lesson on this fishing match later!

Han has some issues with his attitude; I’ll find a chance to talk to him later!”

“Oh!” Yue Feng responded and began packing up his gear, impervious to others, while Xiao Hai, who had been watching, helped his team leader pack up.

After they had packed up, which took about five minutes, Instructor Yang called all the students who passed the casting test, including Xiao Hai and his two friends, together.

“Do you have your own judgment about the last fishing round now?

Yue Feng, you first!”

Yue Feng scratched his head and said confidently, “There are no fish in the pit!

The news before we started fishing was fake, Instructor, you tricked us!”

Hearing Yue Feng’s confident response, the instructor said with a smile, “Correct!

Indeed, there are no fish in the pit!

Almost half a month ago, the fish in the pit were netted, and most of them were caught, except for a few that slipped through the net!”

“Damn, isn’t this screwing us over?

Letting the squad leader and Han Luofeng fish in an empty pond?

Relying on the luck of a lottery draw?”

Although Zhao Zheng had heard something similar from Guan Ping’an, he still couldn’t help himself after getting confirmation from the instructor—it was rather messed up.

This frustrating feeling had nothing to do with who won or lost; it was mainly about not being able to accept the instructor’s method!

Yue Feng pulled Zhao Zheng aside and said calmly, “Don’t fuss, listen to the instructor!

He’s giving us a special lesson, and I don’t care, so why are you so agitated!”

Yue Feng’s reaction didn’t escape Yang Wenjian’s eyes.

The instructor continued, “Whether it’s casting or fishing, all kinds of judgments and adaptability are skills!”

Skills can be perfected and learned, as long as one is willing to invest the effort, it’s just a matter of time.

But when you have acquired the skills, does that make you a master?

Obviously not!

The reason I had you two fish in this pit was to convey a higher level concept, ‘the Way’!”

“What is ‘the Way’?”