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Chapter 702 - 702 689 All's Fair in War

702: Chapter 689: All’s Fair in War 702: Chapter 689: All’s Fair in War When it comes to lure fishing, snagging the bottom is normal— even the most badass angler can cast out and get hung up.

The only difference is that the pros have a slightly lower chance, that’s all.

In unfamiliar waters, at unfamiliar spots, whether you’ll snag the bottom on the first cast doesn’t depend on what anyone says—it’s purely luck of the draw.

However, at a certain spot, if someone else can cast several times without snagging, it’s highly likely that the area nearby underwater is safe.

These anglers made just that kind of rookie mistake of taking things for granted.

The lures of all four anglers got wiped out on the first cast!

Meanwhile, right next to them, Yue Feng’s lure was trouble-free.

A gentle tease of the rod tip upwards, no fish biting, he reeled it back in, cool as you like.

“Holy crap, did that just work?”

“Just like Jiang Taigong fishing—only those willing get hooked.

Brother Feng’s move was brilliant, catching four dumbasses in one cast!”

“Catching four dumbasses in one cast describes it so perfectly!

Hahaha!”

“Brother Feng is awesome, 6666!”

“Trying to be sneaky with Brother Feng?

Watch him take you down!

I bet those idiots still have no clue what hit ’em, hahaha!”

Yue Feng glanced over and flashed a smile to the live audience: “We never start trouble, but we won’t let people push us around either, right folks?

If they want to mess with us, we’ll give them a little lesson!”

“Exactly!

Brother Feng’s got it right!

It’s just a busted rod and some lost lures.

Those Americans can afford it; they won’t miss it!”

“I’m a bit curious to see what other tricks Brother Feng has up his sleeve!

They should catch on soon enough!”

Yue Feng grinned, “It’s not that easy for them to catch on.

Haven’t you heard the old saying, ‘All warfare is based on deception’?

When the fake appears real, the real also becomes fake.”

After saying that, Yue Feng held the newly retrieved lure in his hand, turned around, and pulled out a small treble hook from his pocket to attach to the lure.

After several casts, Yue Feng had already figured out the underwater terrain and the location of the obstacles!

Now with the treble hook, as long as his cast was accurate enough, he could continue to explore the previous spots without fear of snagging debris!

With the treble hook replaced, Yue Feng flicked his wrist, and the lure traced an arc through the air, landing on the exact same spot as before.

If there had been a point of reference in the water for precise positioning, everyone would have noticed that Yue Feng’s cast landed less than ten centimeters away from the last one, just skimming past the underwater branch.

The lure entered the water normally, then easily reached the depth Yue Feng had pre-set.

Then Yue Feng, ever so calmly, teased the rod tip to make the lure swim, reeling in the line at a relaxed pace.

While Yue Feng was casting and retrieving as usual, Paul and his buddies had already snapped their leader lines, losing their lures again.

Paul, glancing at the broken leader line in annoyance, said, “Hey, Pete!

Why do our lures keep getting snagged?”

Pete shook his head, “No idea!

I’ve been to this damn spot more than once; it’s all branches underwater!

I’m really curious why that guy across from us never gets snagged.

Could he be using a floating lure?

But the shape of the lure doesn’t make sense—it should be a sinking pencil!”

Joe Smith was also puzzled—it was the very area Yue Feng had just fished through with ease.

They had just lost another collectible lure—a good few US dollars wasted.

“Everyone just cool it and don’t rush.

I’ll observe a bit more before we launch another attack,” Smith whispered, then fixed a keen eye on Yue Feng’s movements.

On the other side, Yue Feng appeared completely relaxed while reeling in, but inside, he was all tension.

He murmured in his heart, Bite, bite!

No matter what kind of fish it was, as long as he got a bite, those guys would definitely fall apart!

Luck was on Yue Feng’s side this time.

In the middle of a few small accelerations and suspensions of the lure, he suddenly felt a slight dip in the tip of the rod—a fish was attacking the lure!

Yue Feng slowed down for half a second before setting the hook—and hit it!

“Tsk tsk!

Even the heavens are on my side!” exclaimed Yue Feng as he lifted the rod and leisurely began to reel in the fish.

Joe Smith was stunned!

As an old hand, he hadn’t dismissed the possibility that Yue Feng was bluffing the others by not hooking anything,

but now that Yue Feng had a fish on, no matter what the catch was, it shattered that speculation.

The guy not only had a hook on his lure, but he also had a fish now!

The fish underwater didn’t seem particularly strong, about the same as the first few.

Yue Feng controlled it through a few rounds and pulled it out of the water.

Big Mouth Bass—another target fish.

By the looks of it, the size should probably count!

“Haha, another Big Mouth Bass!” Yue Feng feigned excitement, scooped up the fish after unhooking it and displayed it to the drone’s camera.

Now Joe Smith was thoroughly perplexed!

At a single point, so many of his team were either casting or getting snagged on the bottom, and the location of the branches was pretty high.

Yet, nothing was troubling the other side.

This paradox tormented his nerves.

Could it be that there’s a difference in the depth of the water?

Perhaps that’s the only possible explanation!

Under this influence, Joe Smith clenched his teeth and cast again toward the area where Yue Feng’s lure had landed.

Yue Feng had counted silently to about seven seconds before lifting the rod.

Joe set his lure’s depth at five seconds before starting to reel in—surely he wouldn’t get snagged, right?

But as he reached the predetermined depth and started reeling in—damn!

Snagged again!

“Fuck!” Joe Smith couldn’t help but curse out loud.

He was absolutely livid!

Yue Feng heard the curse from across the way, but his face showed no sign of anger.

He casually measured the Big Mouth Bass with a ruler; it was over the standard by about half a centimeter and he nonchalantly placed it into the live well.

The tally of his catches went up by one, reaching six!

“Hey, need any help?” Yue Feng then shouted at Joe Smith in his slightly awkward English.

Lawrence heard Yue Feng’s greeting and the veins on his forehead started popping.

He kept his head down and silent, laid the rod flat, and wrapped the PE line around his gloved palm, violently snapping the leader line and losing another one of his treasured lures.

The tactics Yue Feng was playing with were all very minor details, but the accumulation of these details had caused tremendous damage.

It could be said that he had executed the concept of “killing one’s spirit” to an extremely exaggerated degree.

Seeing that Joe Smith was completely enraged, Yue Feng checked his hook and cast toward the spot where Joe had thrown his, once again!

Haven’t you been secretly watching me?

If you don’t understand it once, then I’ll perform it a few more times!

Unless you have X-ray vision to see the situation underwater, no matter how many times you watch, it’s all in vain!

After casting more than ten times, Yue Feng’s lure didn’t get caught on the branches underwater once.

The recent casting had basically covered all the surrounding suspect spots and yielded no new catches.

That’s when Joe Smith and the others got smart—they stopped interfering with Yue Feng’s casting area and moved the marker to a much safer spot farther out.