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Chapter 510 - 510 497 Floating Fishing A Matter of Life and Death

510: Chapter 497 Floating Fishing: A Matter of Life and Death 510: Chapter 497 Floating Fishing: A Matter of Life and Death Yue Feng judged that his response had achieved a certain effect in attracting and gathering fish, so he continued to aggressively attack with a high casting frequency according to the established method.

Targeting fish with a high casting frequency while floating fishing, without allowing a second baiting, was quite difficult, but once the tactical objective was reached, the benefits could be terrifying.

Floating Fishing, in the context of targeting fish competitions, was akin to possessing a nuclear weapon.

If the fish were successfully gathered early on, casting the fishing rod could save a lot of time that would otherwise be spent waiting for the float to right itself.

The efficiency was several times greater than that of other methods like flying lead or traveling, or bottom fishing!

Next, Yue Feng would normally bait and fish every twenty or thirty casts to judge the effectiveness of the fish gathering by the depth at which the fish were biting.

Thankfully, the tactic of creating a nest by high-frequency casting seemed to be working, as the fish were biting at increasingly higher depths,

which meant that the high-frequency casting was effective in luring the fish, progressing towards the state Yue Feng had anticipated.

For fifteen consecutive minutes, Yue Feng maintained this stable casting routine.

Finally, after the double hook bait hit the water once more, the surface erupted with the splashes of fish competing for the bait.

They’re up!

The fish have finally been drawn to the surface!

At this point, twenty-one minutes had passed since the beginning of the first match, with only thirty-nine minutes to go, and Yue Feng’s Fish Guard held fewer than thirty fish, far behind his rival Mu Lin by his side.

But Yue Feng was not worried at all.

As long as the fish had started to bite, he was confident in this match!

From the next cast on, Yue Feng reentered a stable state of Floating Fishing, finding the perfect rhythm and frequency for casting and baiting, and as things progressed more and more smoothly, Yue Feng closed his eyes again!

With intense concentration, each cast, each lift of the rod to remove the hook, was as precise as if he had gone through thousands of repetitions of mechanical training,

and the state of the spot in the water had formed a clear image in his mind, when to cast, how many seconds after entering the water the bait would get a bite, and after how many seconds he’d be able to hook a double tail fish became clearer to Yue Feng.

After hitting five double tails in a row, Mu Lin next to him started to get restless!

He’s gone crazy, absolutely crazy!

To dare to employ Floating Fishing in such a short match, could there be a specific condition for floating fish today?

Mu Lin, who had been quite methodical in the first half, now had his thoughts in turmoil.

“Anyway, the earlier fishing went well, and there’s still at least half an hour left in the match.

Maybe I should give it a try?” At this crucial juncture, Mu Lin’s fishing approach was somewhat influenced by Yue Feng, and he made a wrong judgement, veering towards the extreme.

After making his decision, Mu Lin quickly adjusted his fishing strategy, casting full rods for Floating Fishing, making larger bait clusters, casting one after another, lifting the rod to increase casting frequency without waiting for the float to flip, quite rapid.

However, many things that Yue Feng could do did not necessarily mean Mu Lin could do them as well.

The additives Yue Feng used were top-tier products from the system, with Musk Herbal Wine being an explosively powerful substance.

Coupled with his meticulously detailed fundamental skills, he managed to draw the fish to the surface.

But Mu Lin hadn’t removed his Lead Skin and his casting spread was larger than Yue Feng’s, making it as difficult as reaching for the sky to bring the fish up to float in such a short time.

“Look, look, Brother Feng has drawn the fish to the surface!”

“The fish floating isn’t the point, the point is Brother Feng has closed his eyes again!

Can he really ensure precise casting spots with a leadless tackle with his eyes closed?”

“Yeah, and it’s extremely stable!

Everyone, look at Feng’s casting spot, every time it’s practically overlapping.

That takes some serious basic skills!”

“Uh guys, look quick, that tall angler next to Feng is getting restless seeing Feng’s float fishing, and he’s started to cast more frequently too!

Has this guy lost his mind?

By the time the fish start biting, the competition will be over!”

Even the spectators and online viewers could foresee the problem, but Mu Lin, being in the midst of it all, couldn’t.

The outcome was predictable.

For the remaining half hour or more, Yue Feng was reeling in fish nonstop from start to finish, at least three to four rods per minute, and later on, it was all double tails.

On the other hand, Mu Lin spent at least twenty minutes on frequency fishing only to find the fish below almost unresponsive.

By the time he adjusted his technique to mid-water lead skin fishing, it was already too late.

“Attention all anglers, the competition will end in five seconds.

Upon hearing the whistle, everyone put down your rods and wait for the staff to tally the score.

No one is allowed to leave their fishing spot, or else your score for this round will be nullified!

5, 4, 3, 2, 1—competition over!”

The moment the whistle sounded, Yue Feng’s last double tail perfectly hit the needle stopper and unhooked just in time.

Yue Feng opened his eyes and placed his rod securely on the rod holder.

287!

That was the final count of Yue Feng’s personal catch for this round, no need for staff verification, he knew the number by heart.

“Damn it!

I’m screwed in this round!” Mu Lin cursed under his breath, somewhat petulantly slamming his rod onto the rod holder.

Wasting over twenty minutes on floating fishing only to adjust technique when things looked south, Mu Lin totally disrupted his rhythm of hauling in fish.

With only about eighty fish caught, he would likely be at the bottom of his group.

Scoring barely twenty points in a round meant no chance for a good placement in subsequent rounds, essentially a death sentence for his competition hopes.

Yue Feng, hearing the commotion, glanced at Mu Lin from the corner of his eye but didn’t bother interacting with him,

He was here to win the honor of the competition, not to engage in petty bravado.

With this round over, the risk of Mu Lin causing any disruption was gone,

and the chance of running into him in subsequent rounds was even lower than winning the lottery.

This guy had blindly followed Yue Feng into floating fishing and ruined his own chances, virtually eliminating one competitor for Yue Feng on his path forward.

The staff for major competitions are abundant; with groups of 25 anglers, results can be tallied quickly by several teams of officials from both ends and the middle.

Soon, a middle-aged referee with a younger assistant approached Yue Feng’s spot.

“Please raise your fish guard for the catch to be counted!” the referee said politely.

“Okay!” Yue Feng responded, easily lifting up his catch.

The fish in the competitive fish guard were jumping all over the place, taking the referee by surprise with the sheer volume, evidently more than that of any angler he’d tallied so far.

As they emptied the catch into a bucket and counted—one, five, ten, fifteen, twenty—the final tally matched Yue Feng’s own count, 287.

“287 tails!

Please sign your name on your scorecard!”

The referee looked at Yue Feng with new respect.

The fish count was not great that day, the most an angler had caught was only one hundred thirteen, but with Yue Feng, the number had more than doubled.

After signing his name on his scorecard, Yue Feng bent down to pack up his equipment, curious about Zhao Zheng’s performance.

He’d ask around, and then it was time to draw lots for the next round and prepare.

A few minutes later, Yue Feng left the fishing spot, his gear on his back, with the child following suit.