Fishing Livestream

What is meant by the essence of everyday life? It's the minor imperfections in the details, like the most basic thing where a regular angler might struggle with a carp. When the fish reaches the surface, due to improper handling, it might struggle fiercely, splashing water everywhere, and even risk snapping the line and escaping.

However, when you watch Yue Feng handle the fly-fishing, the whole process seems effortless. You don't see him wasting any extra time while controlling the fish. But once the fish is out of the water, it acts as if it's completely still.

The fish stays motionless as if stunned, only regaining activity when placed back in the water inside the fish guard.

The smooth landing of the first fish into the guard marked the official start of Yue Feng's offensive attack!

The second cast, bait enters the water, another high-strategy catch, and it's in the net!

The third, fourth, fifth fish...

The situation around the fishing spot became more and more stable. In less than fifteen minutes, it became so exaggerated that even the slightest pause when using loose powder bait would result in bites.

As Yue Feng continued his explosive series of successful catches, the anglers on both sides of him grew frustrated.

At the start, the fishing seemed good, and they caught some, but after a while, things changed. With the competition time halfway through, the two anglers next door couldn't believe their spots dried up. No matter how they cast or lured, there was no feedback from the fish.

Then, looking back at Yue Feng after half an hour.

His spot could no longer be described simply as bustling; every so often, a fish would leap out of the water, flip over, and dive back. From the drone's high vantage point, it was a shocking sight, with dense schools of fish covering an area 30 to 50 centimeters below the water.

Yue Feng entered a full-force explosive series of catches, while his mixed-fishing teammates also experienced incredibly active fishing conditions.

The usual accumulated training and rounds of meticulous detail-oriented practice seemed to pay off unexpectedly. It may not have been felt day-to-day, but in real competition, this ingrained expertise far exceeded the ordinary anglers around him.

By mastering the bait and fishing skill techniques, Yue Feng outshone the fellow anglers nearby, boosting his fishing confidence without realizing it. This, in turn, improved his performance, and his incremental advantages snowballed bigger and bigger!

During the one and a half-hour competition, at first, there were lively discussions in Yue Feng's live stream. But once it became a frenzy of back-to-back catches with double-tail fly-kicks, the chat quieted down, as everyone was mesmerized by the high-definition footage.

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"Attention all competitors, there are only five seconds left until the end of this factory's competition. Once the end whistle sounds, no one is allowed to stand up. Please wait for the staff to weigh your catch!

Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! End!"

The sharp whistle brought Yue Feng back from his focused state of catching fish.

Yue Feng set down his fishing rod, exhaled a long breath!

In that concentrated state, time flew by exceptionally fast. The only physical sensation was a slight soreness in his arm and some fatigue, with his close-fitting cotton vest beneath his sunscreen clothing completely soaked with sweat.

"Whew! The first round is over! My performance was okay, right?" Yue Feng grinned at the camera, flashing a full set of white teeth.

"Damn, more than okay, it was spectacular!"

"The double-tail fly-kick with the carp was so cool!"

"After watching so many so-called fly-kicking techniques on the market now, Yue Feng's fly-kick is still the most authentic! Compared to Yue Feng, those so-called experts are just amateurs!"

"You don't get it, brother above. Do you even know who invented the fly-kicking? It was Yue Feng, so how can imitators ever match the creator's skill level? They're not even in the same league!"

As the comments got further off track, even mentioning the founder's issue, Yue Feng felt a bit guilty for no particular reason.

Luckily, it's not in the standard timeline; thank Buddha. If Cong Jie from his teacher sees this, don't get angry. Sharing fishing skills, isn't that just a fisherman's business? You can't call that stealing!

Yue Feng: "I've explained the fly-kicking technique numerous times in previous broadcasts, so I won't repeat it here. If anyone in the stream is interested, you can check the clips I've posted before on the technique. If you want to try this fishing method, you can learn from those detailed explanations. Practice makes perfect; there's nothing to brag about!"

Just as Yue Feng finished speaking, the buddy who greeted him before the fishing started turned around.

"Hey, Yue Feng teacher! Your bait is too potent; I admit my defeat convincingly! But I have an unusual request; can you give me the remaining half-bowl of your bait? Our club still has three members who haven't done the mixed-fishing yet! Since we're here, we at least want to make it into the top 12!"

If it were someone he didn't know at all, Yue Feng certainly wouldn't agree. It's like supporting the enemy in a sense.

But since there's not much bait left, and his team has already completed the first mixed-fishing round, plus the guy seemed decent and knew Instructor Niu, there's no harm in giving it.

"It's not impossible to give it to you, but this bait has a strong flavor, and the effect may not be as good in subsequent rounds! If you want to use it, find a bowl, and I'll give you some!" Yue Feng relented.

"I understand. I'll adjust according to the fishing conditions! Thank you so much!" The opponent thanked him repeatedly, quickly transferring the remaining bait into his fishing box as if it were a treasure.

Soon enough, the staff arrived, and the first competition's weighing began!

"Hello, angler, please lift your fish guard from the water!" The staff member, wearing a name tag, was two young men in their twenties with a middle-aged referee behind them, holding a score sheet in one hand and a carbon pen in his chest pocket, looking very professional.

"Oh, okay!" nodded the man with the square face, quickly lifting his fish guard.

The 40-caliber fish guard was just enough to cover the bottom, and the catches looked a bit sparse and desolate.

The young assistant poured the fish into a basket, covered it with a blanket, and quickly placed it on the electronic scale.

"22.8kg! Not bad! If there's no issue, please sign here!" The referee mumbled, indicating for the square face to sign.

"What's the highest catch so far? My spot got shut down by Teacher Yue Feng in the second half!"

"Among the top eleven, the highest catch is 48.9kg! The fishing condition is stable, and the catches are relatively balanced, around forty pounds or so. It's barely passable!"

"Oh, that's not bad! Thank you!"

After weighing the catch of number 12 next door, it was soon Yue Feng's turn.

When Yue Feng lifted his fish guard, the referee who said the catches were average was stunned.