The competition continues, and before anyone realizes it, another two hours have passed.

The loudspeaker blares with the chief referee's spirited shout: "Attention all participating anglers, there is only one minute left until the end of the competition.

Due to the large number of participants in this competition, in order to reduce the potential risk of cheating, after the whistle signaling the end of the competition is heard, no one is allowed to leave their fishing spot. Wait for the staff from each group to tally the results. Anyone leaving their spot without the referee's permission will be disqualified from this competition!"

Emphasizing once again, after the whistle sounds ending the competition, no one shall leave their spot until the staff have tabulated the scores. Anyone leaving their spot without the referee's permission will be disqualified!!"

The loudspeaker's countdown for reeling in made the anglers still struggling at their spots instinctively lift their heads. The competition had ended at two in the afternoon, and most people had not eaten yet.

Zhang Yang did not look up. To be precise, he hadn't even heard the sound from the loudspeaker. The competition was about to end, but in front of him, fish were still swarming in the waters, seemingly endless.

"Baoding Little Yellow Bait Cup Black Pit Grand Prix, first session, countdown, 54321! The competition is over!"

The sharp whistle echoed throughout the vast black pit arena. Hearing the familiar sound, Zhang Yang set down his fishing rod and slowly lifted his head.

From seven thirty in the morning until two in the afternoon, Zhang Yang stayed on his fishing box the entire time. Except for a few bottles of mineral water to quench his thirst, he never got up.

For the majority of the time, Zhang Yang was so deeply immersed in the highly focused competition state that he didn't feel tired at all.

But once that adrenaline dissipates, it's a different story. Arms, lower back, neck, shoulders—all the muscles used in the more than six hours of intensive fishing started to ache all at once.

When he put down his fishing rod, he didn't notice anything unusual, but as he turned to grab the half-empty bottle of mineral water at his feet, he realized he was a bit exhausted. The water bottle slipped from his grasp.

"Boss, are you okay?" His assistant Xiao Zhang asked with concern when he saw Zhang Yang's stiff movements.

Zhang Yang flexed his sore arm and paused for a few seconds: "I'm fine, just overdid it in the competition and got a bit exhausted. I'll be fine with a short rest!"

Just as he said this, Zhang Yang turned to pick up the water bottle again, but before he could straighten up, a sharp pain suddenly gripped his calf.

"Whoa! Got a cramp!" Zhang Yang exclaimed, immediately clutching his ankle.

Most people have probably experienced a leg cramp, and the pain is intensely sharp.

Generally, such calf cramps occur either due to adolescence growth and calcium deficiency or post-exercise muscle fatigue.

Clearly, Zhang Yang fit the latter case.

Assistant Xiao Zhang came up behind Zhang Yang with concern, while Zhang Yang, the main focus, held onto his ankle. After a few seconds of tense holding, his expression finally relaxed.

"Are you alright? Did you cramp up?" The assistant asked, his gaze drifting to the area around Zhang Yang's neck and upper back. His eyes showed complex emotions.

Salt stains, patches of white salt stains.

Over six hours of intensive fishing, Zhang Yang had been going all out for at least five hours. Even though the stiff rod saved him quite a bit of energy, the intensity took its toll on Zhang Yang's body.

"Go get me a bottle of Gatorade from the shop, and I'll be fine with a little rest!" Zhang Yang suggested knowledgeably.

Unlike regular drinks, Gatorade can replenish the body's electrolytes disturbed by excessive sweating.

"Okay, I'll be right back!" The assistant jogged off to buy the drink.

"Wow, man! What's your name? Your fishing skills today are impressive!" A nearby stranger couldn't help but compliment him, offering Zhang Yang a cigarette.

"Thanks, I'm Zhang Yang! What's your name, brother?" Zhang Yang pulled down his face mask, revealing a smile with white teeth as he thanked him.

"Oh my! You're Zhang Yang! No wonder, a famous person is never unknown. I originally saw your videos on the Black Pit Scene! Nice to meet you!" The middle-aged man beside him scrutinized Zhang Yang, his tone turning enthusiastic.

"Haha, just having some fun. You flatter me!" Zhang Yang wanted to take out his lighter to give the man a light but realized he couldn't leave his spot, so he gestured a lighting motion towards him as a polite sign.

"What kind of bait and additives are you using? Is it still the old Little Yellow Noodle? Your catch is fierce, catching carp off the float—I'm witnessing a master!" The man lit his cigarette, taking a puff while expressing his admiration.

"It's our company's product. The additive just had a touch of tincture, and the bait is a newly developed experimental product. It's pretty effective! It'll be on the market soon, available both online and through offline dealers. We've finalized the name, though the packaging isn't ready yet. It's called Yellow Storm!"

Zhang Yang seized the opportunity to promote his bait, pitching enthusiastically to the anglers around him.

"Yellow Storm? That's a great name, really powerful! Could I take a small sample of your leftover bait to have a look?" The man asked courteously, aware of any potential proprietary concerns Zhang Yang might have.

Zhang Yang pushed the small half-basin of remaining bait toward him: "Feel free to take a look! It's not anything confidential!"

The man eagerly picked up the basin and took a small handful to study.

The Yellow Storm bait when prepared presents a distinctive bright yellow color, lighter than the yellowish-brown of the Little Yellow Noodle, with high recognizability at a glance.

The basin's bait was mixed by Zhang Yang at noon and had been sitting for two hours, yet still retained a great texture. It felt light in the hand, easily forming into balls that quickly scattered. Its water absorption and fluffiness far exceeded ordinary Yellow Noodle. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

To achieve the same state with Yellow Noodle, you would need to add a quarter to a third proportion of high-quality light bran. But with the highly puffed Yellow Storm bait, nothing extra is needed, achievable simply through basic processing.

"Boss, here's the water!" The assistant returned with the purchased drink, handing it directly to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang twisted off the cap, gulping down half the bottle like it was free, finishing off the cigarette afterward, and gradually feeling better.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Yang, can I take a photo with you later? I really like you, it's rare to see you in person! I thought you looked familiar but couldn't recognize you with the mask on!" A young angler from Zhang Yang's other side approached, initiating a conversation.

"Hello, sure thing!" Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, agreeing amiably.

After a few more exchanges, the staff responsible for weighing Zhang Yang's catch came over, pushing a flatbed cart loaded with plastic baskets, followed by a small crane.

For a moment, many people focused their attention on the four large black pit fish keep nets next to Zhang Yang.