CHAPTER 923: CHAPTER 906: HAN LUOFENG ISSUES A CHALLENGE

Zhao Zheng pouted, "Stop teasing me! Others might not see it, but you definitely can, right?

I was nervous to death facing Hu Changsheng. Damn it, even though the situation was so favorable to us, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Do you think there’s a way to fix this flaw? It’s affecting my chances of becoming the Fishing King in the future! Think of a solution so I can go back and fix it after the match!"

Yue Feng pondered briefly and nodded, "There’s a way. I’ll let you know once I have everything arranged after the match!"

"That’s settled then, you better not fool me!"

"I definitely won’t fool you. As long as you strictly follow what I say, you can absolutely solve this problem!"

"Great! It’s settled then, when we get back to the club, you’ll give me the plan!"

While the two of them were discussing their mentality, a figure walked straight over.

"Yue Feng, are you busy now?"

A very magnetic but somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded beside them.

Yue Feng turned his head to look and was instantly puzzled. The person who approached him was none other than Han Luofeng, the current young captain of the Hua Club.

"Not busy, Xiao Han, what do you need?" Yue Feng’s impression of Han Luofeng was quite average, but because of the old master’s connection, he still gave him some face and spoke politely.

"I’m here to issue a challenge to you!"

"What? A challenge? What kind of challenge?" Yue Feng was baffled.

The match pairings were determined by a draw, and now that the first two matches were over, the last one left was Hua Clan against Yue Feng’s team, which was definitely going to happen.

"The next match is between Hua Clan and your club! I hope you can go on stage for this afternoon’s match!

Two years ago, I lost to you at the Hua School’s fishing meet, which had a significant impact on me and even became my inner demon!

For the past two years, I have been honing my fishing skills constantly, hoping to seize this opportunity to challenge you once more! Do you dare?"

Han Luofeng’s tone was uncharacteristically polite, unlike the arrogant demeanor he had when they first met. Yue Feng could accept this attitude.

Yue Feng smiled and asked, "How do you want to compete?"

Facing this guy, Yue Feng showed far more patience than he would with ordinary opponents.

"I will go on stage first this afternoon, I hope you will too. Our match will be determined by the first round only! It’s unrelated to the final outcome of the competition."

"Why should I listen to you? Give me a reason to convince me!" Yue Feng still smiled as he looked at the other person.

This left Han Luofeng momentarily speechless.

Relation-wise, Yue Feng and Han Luofeng had no personal connection.

Emotionally, they had had some disagreements before, and the only connection was the indirect camaraderie through the old master.

But Yue Feng had no reason to indulge him, such a matter couldn’t be easily brought up even if the old master were present.

"Let... let’s say I owe you a favor!" Han Luofeng hesitated slightly, seeing that Yue Feng wasn’t interested, and used the favor as leverage.

Truth be told, a favor from Han Luofeng was worth quite a lot. After all, he had mingled in the circuit for a long time, had good relations with all major teams, and wielded significant influence in the community.

"Alright, I agree!" Yue Feng nodded in agreement.

"That’s settled then! I’ll head back first, and I’ll go on stage in the first round this afternoon!"

"Okay!"

Watching Han Luofeng leave, Yue Feng felt extraordinarily refreshed.

Earlier, while discussing a new training plan with Zhao Zheng, Yue Feng was a bit hesitant. The plan he thought of relied heavily on interpersonal connections and required someone to facilitate introductions. Originally, he thought of asking the old master for help, but with Han Luofeng offering help, it became much simpler.

"Fengzi, you agreed to him just like that?" Zhao Zheng asked curiously.

"What else? A favor is a good deal!"

"They won’t play tricks on us, right? Intentionally having Feng bro go up first, and then not sending their side..." Wang Zhen said worriedly.

"Don’t worry, they won’t! It’s simple, I beat him once before and never had the chance to face him again, so he wants to challenge me once more!

Zheng, didn’t you want tailored training plans when we return to the club? I have an idea, and I can use Han Luofeng’s favor for it!"

"You have an idea? What is it?"

"A challenge! Just like a martial arts dojo challenge, let Han Luofeng help make introductions to all the well-known clubs domestically, and you can go around challenging them!

By the time all the top active anglers have beaten you, your mentality will definitely be honed! Oh, and if Xiaomin is interested, he could join you!"

Zhao Zheng: "Whoa! Challenging them at their grounds? We might not get beaten to death but definitely outmatched. No kidding, even if the old Fishing King comes to our Practice Pole Pond for the first time, I’d have at least an 80% win rate!"

This was indeed the case, as Zhao Zheng knew their Practice Pole Pond inside out, and for unfamiliar anglers, an 80% win rate was conservatively speaking, with the actual chance approaching almost 100%.

"Haha, that’s how you develop the right mindset! Didn’t you proclaim yourself to be the man who will become the Fishing King? This is a necessary path!"

"Feng bro, what about me and Xue Kai? Are we going or not?" Wang Zhen felt a little eager after hearing Yue Feng mentioning Wang Xiaomin earlier.

Yue Feng shook his head, "Your skills are still lacking, going would just get you beaten without learning much!"

"Oh, alright then!"

Niu Ben said, "Let’s go eat! After eating, we can have a short rest before the deciding match this afternoon! After two rounds, both us and Hua Clan have two wins each. The final match this afternoon will determine the ultimate championship!"

With Han Luofeng coming over to issue the challenge, everyone’s focus naturally shifted there, making it seem like the results temporarily didn’t matter.

In the car, Wang Xiaomin sneakily got into Yue Feng’s car and sat in the passenger seat.

"Weren’t you in the car in front? Why are you in my passenger seat?" Yue Feng gave him a look and asked casually.

"Hehe, Feng bro, I wanted to ask you if you’re really thinking of having me and Zheng go challenging clubs around the world?" Wang Xiaomin asked.

"Yes, why? Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem! Actually, before you mentioned it, I had a similar idea, but I didn’t dare tell you!"

This took Yue Feng and the guys in the backseats by surprise.

This little monkey was unbelievably bold; he hadn’t even been in many competitions yet and was already contemplating dojo-style challenges. His growth speed was simply astonishing.

"Oh? Then why didn’t you mention it?"

"Our team hasn’t been established long, and you haven’t been mingling in the community much either. I was afraid you’d owe too many favors. Plus, if you asked and they didn’t agree, it would be really awkward!"

"Geez, you’re such a brat, Wang Xiaomin!" Hearing this, Yue Feng instantly felt frustrated.

Criticism from a trainee is the deadliest. Those two sentences cut to the core, nearly breaking Yue Feng’s defenses.