Fishing Livestream

It was already garbage time on the stage, with no chance of turning the tide back, and the discussion off the stage was coming to an end. The defeat of Tianyuan was basically a foregone conclusion. The mood of the entire team was very low, and no one spoke for a long time.

Nearing the end of the fifth round, Zhao Ran succeeded with a beautiful last-minute catch, and then the loudspeaker announcement signaled the end of the match.

"Hahaha, Brother Feng, we won! Awesome!" Wang Zhen and Wang Xiaomin stood up from their seats almost simultaneously, with smiles on their faces, very excited.

Yue Feng arrogantly wiped his nose with the back of his index finger: "Awesome or not, two roast chickens a day, just go for it! If we say we'll take them down, we'll take them down, nothing can stop us! After weighing, let's all go over to see how much weight we left our neighbors!"

"Let's go!"

Under Yue Feng's call, a group of spectators strolled up to the stage, standing behind the fishing line, waiting for the weigh-in to finish.

The weighing data came out soon. Yuefeng Club's total weight for the five matches was 35.4kg, while Tianyuan Fishing Club's total weight was only 29.7kg, a difference of 5.7kg, securing a very obvious advantage to win the match!

"A match down, leading by more than ten pounds of fish catch! Not bad!!!" Yue Feng laughed flamboyantly, very satisfied with the result.

After the weighing, Zhao Ran packed up his gear and came down: "Tsk tsk tsk, I thought the match would be more thrilling, made me a little nervous before going on stage, the legendary elite team, seems a bit overrated in strength! I haven't really played well, and then there was no then! Xiaomin, consider this as your brother collecting a bit of interest in advance!"

Wang Xiaomin: "Thank you, Brother Ran, keep the tab open, I'll repay it slowly once I've healed!"

In the face of these somewhat provocative words, Tianyuan's side showed great restraint, even the notoriously sharp-tongued Ming Xiaodong didn't retaliate this time. Especially the young angler who was overpowered by Zhao Ran in the last round, he kept a blank expression without saying a word, quickly signing off on the score sheet before exiting the stage.

After Tianyuan's people left the stage, Yue Feng then put away his somewhat exaggerated expression: "Han Luofeng over there should have secured the win, right? We don't have a match this afternoon, Wang Zhen, you three brothers go buy some seeds, cold drinks, and snacks, and see how they play the revival tournament!"

"Alright! Let's see how the revival tournament goes! Two teams, at least one should be knocked out, best if both don't make it!" Wang Zhen joked, quickly turning with Wang Xiaomin and Xue Kai towards the convenience store at the entrance.

Soon, the list of six teams that qualified in advance came out.

Yuefeng Fishing Club 35.4kg, temporarily first again.

The second was Hua Clan Fishing Club, 33.9kg,

The third was Zhongsheng Fishing Club, 33.1kg.

The fourth was Chiwu Fenghua Club, 31.5kg.

The fifth was Tiancheng Fishing Club, 29.4kg.

The sixth was Fish Hunter Fishing Club, 28.7kg.

Except for the somewhat surprising temporary elimination of the third-ranked Tianyuan Club from the first round, the scores of the other teams were not much different from their first-round rankings.

The only slight fluctuation was at the Zhongsheng Club, who performed well in the second round, chasing up to the third position. The weight gap with the second-placed Hua Clan was less than one kilogram.

The six teams of the second-round tournament were announced, and the qualified teams were a bit more relaxed now.

No one left early; everyone organized their team members to watch the subsequent revival tournament.

It was also a good opportunity to gather intelligence on their opponents!

The revival match was held in the second Mixed Breeding Pond, and compared to the first objective fish, the fish conditions in the pond were more unknown, arousing everyone's anticipation.

On stage, the six teams temporarily in the loser group each submitted their line-up, quickly getting into battle-ready state.

To be fair, those entering the finals were no pushovers, the overall technical difference wasn't too big. Nonetheless, Yue Feng and his crew still focused almost entirely on Tianyuan's side during the observation.

Tianyuan's first team was an absolute frontline team, standing a grade above the other five teams. Watching them was more about gathering information and summarizing experiences.

Half an hour later, the draw preparation was completed, and the revival match officially began!

Off the stage, Wang Xiaomin and a group of rookies were all munching on ice cream, surrounded by various snacks, looking relaxed.

Wang Zhen stared at the first team lineup on stage for a while, curious, he asked: "Brother Feng, what do you think Tianyuan is planning? Why do they let that Frog Dong start again? I feel this guy's skills are quite bad in their team!"

Before Yue Feng could speak, Wang Xiaomin shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, this guy is no pushover!"

Yue Feng's perspective was almost completely in line with Wang Xiaomin, nodding in agreement: "Where did you see that his skills are bad?"

Wang Zhen: "From the last match, of course, he was dealt with by Little Zheng Brother so easily. We discussed on our way to buy snacks; they lost right at the first round, falling behind at every step! Entirely reactive!!"

Yue Feng: "You have a point in saying that, but it's a bit one-sided to see it like this! I've always instilled a concept in you guys, and I still hold the same attitude now!

Technique and strategy are two different levels. Once the technique reaches a certain height, there's little difference. After that, it's all about strategy!

Strategic suppression means dimensional reduction strikes. We won the last match with your Zheng Brother's small trick, digging a pit to bury people, the opponent lost the initiative because of a small slip!"

Hearing Yue Feng's praise, Zhao Zheng smugly tore open a package and took a bite of dried sweet potato before leisurely saying: "The captain is right! Competing on basics is the worst plan. Finding ways to lead opponents astray makes winning easier!

This Ming Xiaodong's technique isn't poor at all. If you don't believe me, watch his performance this round! Pick out any issues, let's discuss them!"

"Pick it out, I just don't believe it! I acknowledge what Brother Feng said, but I still feel his skills are lacking!" Wang Zhen uncharacteristically insisted this time, determined to find faults in Ming Xiaodong.

Despite saying that, after patiently watching Ming Xiaodong's first-round performance, Wang Zhen couldn't find a single flaw.

In terms of casting technique, whether accuracy, bait efficiency, or the timing of bites, Ming Xiaodong's performance was impeccable, completely different from his previous match performance.

As the first round came to a close, Ming Xiaodong was far ahead in catches among the six, already solidifying his advantage.

"Hey, why does it feel different now! Is this his true strength?" Initially stubborn, Wang Zhen, seeing the difference, scratched his head in confusion as Ming Xiaodong's performance on stage was worlds apart from before!

Yue Feng glanced at him with a smile: "Still think his skills are lacking? In that previous situation, not even Ming Xiaodong, if I judged wrong, I'd still be a loser! As the comedy skit line goes, how does it say again? You stomp, and you're done too!!"