CHAPTER 1013: CHAPTER 994: INTIMIDATION

It was just after three in the afternoon, and the check-in area was bustling with activity as professional anglers from near and far had started to arrive at the fishing base.

Walking along, every few steps, there would be an angler, whether known or unknown, greeting Yue Feng.

Chasing competitions nationwide for a few months, besides gaining honor and points, Yue Feng greatly increased his number of acquaintances in the circle. Most people were quite proactive in getting to know an angler of such Great Demon King status, showing Yue Feng plenty of respect.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Feng, your reputation has really grown after those few months of competitions. Everywhere you go, people recognize you!" Zhao Ran teased upon seeing this scene.

Yue Feng smirked, "It’s not even worth knowing them! I’m awkward, and they’re not sincere! It’s just that when they run into me, they might ask for some bait or small medicine! Their false affection—better not to have it!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that comment stings a bit! Friendships take time; they can’t just become life-and-death comrades instantly! You’ve earned this status with your strength; you deserve such treatment! Look at me, even though I’m a Second Level master, I’m not comparable to you at all!

By the way, after this competition, let’s organize the team members and chase the national competition! Young anglers should rack up some points for athlete ratings, at least earn a Third Level status!"

"I think that’s good. Going out to compete is indeed eye-opening! We’ll consider it after the King of Kings tournament is over!"

"It’s our turn to line up, come on, let’s go check-in!"

Soon, Yue Feng and Zhao Ran strode to the check-in area, submitted documents, and quickly completed the process. Besides receiving uniforms, fish guards as souvenirs, and other materials for the competition, each got a contestant badge, which had to be worn around the neck to enter the arena.

After check-in, Yue Feng glanced towards the competition venue and asked, "Is there a chance to see the venue or practice rods before the competition? I took a quick look outside the red line area during morning exercises!"

"No! Everyone’s the same, blind fishing! The first round is casting rods, on this side of the reservoir, casting for mixed fish under 3.6 meters! The next two rounds are standard target fish and mixed breed!

There’s no rod practice or trial fishing for any of the matches! But I participated in the last King of Kings; the fish condition was okay. Except for special fishing spots, most spots are relatively stable! This kind of competition shouldn’t be hard for you!

By the way, how’s your casting rod game? I’ve never seen you cast before!"

So-called casting rod, more broadly explained, is privately known as sea rod casting, a method throwing a baited explosive hook fishing rig and waiting for fish to take the bait.

Yue Feng had only shown some skill during a reservoir visit before, but he really doesn’t play with it often. But despite not playing, his skills are top-notch, without any dispute.

Yue Feng: "It’s alright, but accurate casting doesn’t necessarily mean catching fish. It’s just a matter of luck, isn’t it?"

"Um, if you say so, I won’t argue with you! The hand rod is more controllable, and the performance fluctuation probably lies only in casting rods! Last time I didn’t catch a single fish with a casting rod—zero score at the start! You better be careful tomorrow!"

"Relax, did you forget we have a secret weapon? I have an old corn, it’s badass for explosive hook fishing!"

"Alright! My casting rod results are all relying on you!"

The two of them were each carrying their things, leisurely getting ready to head back.

As they walked, they suddenly stopped. A group of anglers dressed in Tianyuan Sunscreen Clothing, three to five people in a cluster, came walking towards them with arms linked.

The leader was someone Yue Feng knew—it was Leng Xiaojun, the captain of Tianyuan.

Yue Feng had no intention of engaging with him and just walked past with big strides.

Leng Xiaojun: "What’s up? Do you just dislike me that much? No basic respect at all?"

Yue Feng glanced at Leng Xiaojun: "Respect is earned, not given! We’re not on the same path, so let’s not forcefully mix together!"

"Damn! Yue Feng, you just luckily beat us at the last club league, huh? What’s so great about you? Your club is big, but you only have two people in the master tournament? Believe it or not, we can make sure you don’t pass even the first round tomorrow?"

At this point, Ming Xiaodong spoke up, eyes red and glaring at Yue Feng like a mad dog, with a very threatening tone.

Yue Feng’s lips curled slightly: "Really that awesome? Don’t let me rack up enough points. When I was winning gold and silver in category four competitions, where were you?

Though, a few Tianyuan disciples not in your club did show some guts, properly sniped me a few times. The only pity is that their skills are slightly lacking, not useful!"

"Damn... you..." Ming Xiaodong’s expression became even more ferocious as he was choked by Yue Feng.

Zhao Ran stepped forward, somewhat provocatively saying: "Look at you, all hyped for nothing. If you lack the skill, don’t come provoking others. Spend that time practicing rods instead!

When you’re slapped in the face later, won’t it be embarrassing for your boss Deng? Is it pure luck we won against you in both the qualifiers and the finals? Are we just favored by fortune to beat you?

Good dogs don’t block the way, stop seeking trouble without reason! If you push it, I’ll take you on, see if I won’t beat you up! By the way, I forgot to tell you, I’ve been practicing kickboxing for seven or eight years—it’s not professional, but taking care of a few of you should be enough!"

Though usually quiet, appearing stable and with a low presence, when Zhao Ran got serious, he exuded a rather fierce aura. Especially as he widened his shoulders, moving his arms and neck in a small range, looking very professional and intimidating.

Yue Feng tugged at Zhao Ran, saying to Leng Xiaojun: "If you have thoughts, let’s see who’s better in the competition! Keep an eye on your people and don’t think having more people lets you play mind games with me! In this piece of Suzhou, if I really wanted to mess with you, I could make sure you can’t even leave through the front gate!

Oh, and tell your master Deng Gang, as long as I’m not eliminated, he can forget about that Special Level this year! The King of Kings Master Tournament is just the beginning of his loss of face and honor! I’ll definitely beat him!"

Even though Yue Feng and Zhao Ran were only two people, they completely overpowered the dozen young anglers from Tianyuan with their aura.

Leng Xiaojun looked a bit sullen and didn’t know what to say for a moment, just had to watch as Yue Feng and Zhao Ran strode away.

Once they were out of sight, Zhao Ran and Yue Feng exchanged a glance, and as if they had a mutual understanding, they sped up and bolted.

They didn’t stop until they reached the hotel entrance, panting heavily.

"When did you learn kickboxing, Zhao Ran? I never heard you mention it!" Yue Feng asked curiously.

Zhao Ran: "After graduating high school, during summer? Learned for twenty days, cost over two thousand! Just to scare them! By the way, in Suzhou, can you really call people to block the gate?"

Yue Feng smirked: "It’s my first time in Suzhou, unfamiliar with the place and people, who could I get to block the gate? Just bluffing them!"

"Shit, luckily those idiots were bluffed by us!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ran was a bit scared in retrospect. If they had really fought, with just the two of them against more than ten people, they might have been at a disadvantage. After all, Tianyuan’s reputation wasn’t without history of such incidents.

"Don’t worry, they wouldn’t dare! Leng Xiaojun doesn’t have the guts! More people or not, we can’t let our momentum weaken!"

"Indeed!"

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