It's worth mentioning that, even though the little girl is Zhang Yang's girlfriend, and arguably the least afraid of him in the company, there's no room for improvisation when executing fishing tactics.

Before the competition started, Zhang Yang arranged for everyone to use Triangle Cannon bombing throughout, and Xiao Wei continuously cast with Triangle Cannon on every rod.

Two casts per minute, approximately two fish can be hooked, the fishing spot managed exceptionally steady, baited right as they arrived, fish hooked immediately, the fish condition smoothly organized.

Among the many female anglers participating at Jinghai Garden Fishing Ground today, Xiao Wei is certainly not considered highly skilled, yet she hasn't caught fewer fish than others — constant and unceasing, that's her style. If she maintains this state until the competition ends, her catch will be a staggering number.

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Time unknowingly reached ten thirty in the morning.

It has been three hours since the competition started at seven thirty in the morning.

Full capacity fishing has been going on for three hours, and at most ordinary spots, bites have slowed down. Now, the competition has entered its second stage.

Anglers at good spots continue to hook fish consecutively, while bites at ordinary spots have gradually become sparse. At even worse spots or for anglers with insufficient skills, a small number have already stopped getting bites.

Those who've stopped getting bites do not include any of Zhang Yang's teammates.

Zhang Yang spared no effort during the reconnaissance yesterday. With the new yellow storm bait and validated herbal wine, personally prepared by Zhang Yang, the lure effect and spot retention were maxed out.

The bait had an absolute advantage, and the fishing strategy provided by Zhang Yang in the main direction had no issue; the only variables were the anglers' personal skills and different drawn spots.

The least skilled anglers are YOYO and Xiao Wei, both relatively speaking only, as compared to neighboring anglers, YOYO and Xiao Wei were still continuously hooking fish, proving women can be as good as men in fishing.

After explaining so much, someone might be eager to ask, what's Zhang Yang doing?

At that moment, Zhang Yang stood with his back straight, his back, armpits, and chest under the sun-protection garment were thoroughly soaked with sweat.

And his fishing spot?

A swarm of pitch-black large carp, frenziedly snatching food whenever the bait hit the water, Zhang Yang didn't even need to watch the bobber anymore.

Normal double hook bait casting, count mentally one, two, three, then raise the rod to pierce the fish, the lower hook rubbing bait would definitely hook a large carp.

Swiftly pulling fish out of the water, with his left hand grasping lightly to smoothly relieve the force, then unloading line with the blocking needle to release the fish.

One, and another, followed by another.

From the start of fish snatching up food, Zhang Yang had turned into an unemotional fishing machine, returning fish and casting with the most concise and efficient movements.

If Xiao Wei was the ceiling of basic skills among low-level anglers, then Zhang Yang could absolutely be counted as the ceiling of fishing skills among high-level anglers.

Every detail that could enhance current fishing efficiency was executed to the extreme by him, pulling up at least three to four fish per minute, while others struggled with two to three-pound carps, for Zhang Yang, they obediently didn't even have time to react, and had already been unloaded with the blocking needle into the net.

"Xiao Li, get me a Wahaha!" With so much sweat, Zhang Yang was rather thirsty and unable to resist, he turned his head and called out to the live stream assistant without stopping his work.

"Alright! I'll get it for you!" Xiao Li responded, quickly picked up a bottle of mineral water and swiftly ran to hand it over to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang took the mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and drank half the bottle almost like a whale swallowing, and then poured the remaining half over his head.

Hydration replenished, he continued fighting! Wet hair and soaked sun-protection garment didn't affect Zhang Yang's performance at all; top bait, accurate casting, hooking, pulling, another large carp was in the net!

Anglers sitting on either side of Zhang Yang, though they drew decent spots, by eleven, had completely lost their bites.

From participants to spectators, they watched Zhang Yang's flying kicking demonstration the whole time.

As Zhang Yang continued to gain ground, on the other side, at eleven thirty-five, Wang Yan's fish condition also underwent a significant change.

Throughout the morning, for four hours, Wang Yan barely hooked a few fish legitimately, while his neighbors snatched fish, Wang Yan didn't. Around nine o'clock, new fish no longer bit, Wang Yan wasn't anxious either.

Atten reaching ten o'clock, nearby anglers' fish bites mostly stopped, entering early into the second half, with catching one fish taking ages.

Captain Wang Yan remained calm, maintaining a consistent frequency of casting two times per minute to continuously supplement with Triangle Cannon.

Having fished for years, Wang Yan understood black pit fish conditions well, and with a simple observation of the bobber's movements or the state of fish beneath the spot, Wang Yan could estimate the situation approximately.

Hours of consistent management amassed a considerably large group of old fish in Wang Yan's spot.

Once the density of old fish reached a certain point, their courage built up.

At eleven thirty-five, fish began intercepting and snatching food about twenty to thirty centimeters off the bottom.

Even a Triangle Cannon nearing egg size could have its remaining part swallowed by large carp, demonstrating fierce feeding.

Pop, the bobber showed a bite and sank by two and a half lengths, yet Wang Yan hesitated slightly without immediate pulling.

Following that, pop-pop, two consecutive bites for a total of four bobber lengths, directly pulled the bobber dark underwater.

Wang Yan, seeing the bobber disappear, dared not continue waiting, carefully raised the rod arched.

The weight was significant; with a touch, he knew he had hooked a double tail.

Switching to Old Gong or Zhang Yang, with many fish in the spot, whether it's multiple fish or fewer, their disposition remains indifferent.

However, for Wang Yan, this double tail carried different significance entirely.

After spending the whole morning managing the spot, finally gathering the fish, he couldn't afford any trouble.

Losing a fish would be heartbreaking enough; bursting the spot, Wang Yan would be devastated.

Fortunately, Wang Yan understood the significant effects well; he gently pierced the fish and his controlling skill was delicate, cautiously pulling the two fish out of the spot, smoothly surfacing them, then breathed a sigh of relief.

With number two sub-line, tackling two to three-pound carps without violent operations was quite stable.

Wang Yan eased the double tail on the water's surface close, used a small net scoop, and secured both fish safely into the net.

Being able to hook a double tail from the intercept showed that the spot was filled with fish; Wang Yan decisively replaced the number two sub-line with number three, changing hooks from three-size New Kanto to four-size. The configuration of four main lines with three sub-lines for subsequent fish conditions aimed for stability.

After changing the sub-line, the fish condition in the spot indeed matched Wang Yan's judgment.

One hook rubbed bait, one hook used Triangle Cannon, the bobber wasn't even positioned yet, had another bite, lifting bobber was another intercept from the bottom.

Pulled and hooked, hit again!

By eleven thirty, the sun heated up; many anglers mostly gave up trying, some even began collecting their things and forfeiting the rest of the competition.

But Wang Yan? His fishing spot accelerated the fish bites, not fitting in with surrounding anglers under the southern bank's large fish condition.

From the double tail ascent, every cast resulted in fish, bypassing the slow and quick jumps to small series, until it exploded a consecutive catch by twelve, overshadowing the fishing climax of all anglers on the southern bank.

If a drone were overlooking the entire fishing field from above at this moment.

On the north bank, Zhang Yang was in consecutive explosions.

On the south bank, Wang Yan was also in consecutive explosions.

On the east bank, Xiao Wei maintained a steady quick jump.

Within the team, YOYO, Han Qiang, Zhou Chu, and others kept up at least a minimum quick jump of fish conditions.

Looking broadly across the competition field, Zhang Yang's teammates endured under the scorching midday sun without stopping — the catch promising.

Even Gong Wenyuan, a non-team member, using Zhang Yang's bait, clumsily fished until now, hadn't stopped getting bites in his spot.

Under reasonable mix and tactical support, the performance of the yellow storm bait was validated through practical experience on all four banks at Jinghai Garden Fishing Ground.