Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 607 - 352: Calm and Collected, Another Victory_2

After switching to a backup rod, Zhang Yang continued casting at the spot with bites, attempting a few casts.

After completing minor adjustments to find the bottom, Zhang Yang quickly adjusted the new fishing setup to the same position as the rod used earlier.

After switching to a thinner line, Zhang Yang pulled out two small bait balls, flicked his wrist, and made a precise cast into the water.

This time, the two bait balls were different from before. Typically, the bait is pulled with the skin, making the ball larger, but this time Zhang Yang pulled from the core. Only a bit of bait slightly larger than a mung bean covered the hook tip.

The bobber quickly flipped in the water, then leisurely entered a long search mode across the entire water column with large lead.

During this process, Zhang Yang kept his eyes fixed on the numbers at the end of the fine bobber tail, continuously praying in his heart.

Bite! Bite!

Perhaps the prayers had an effect; around the same depth as the previous stops, there was a splash!

A tiny pause, just a minuscule movement like a small black mark on the bobber!

This was not to be missed; Zhang Yang's eyes were sharp and hands quick, flicking his wrist and lifting the rod to hook the fish!

The feel of a caught fish was transmitted from the rod tip. Zhang Yang steadily lifted his arm to control the fish, bringing it to the water's surface, then increasing the pressure to pull it up. A little less than an ounce (28 grams) silver carp was lifted.

Zhang Yang nimbly swept the leader with his left hand, not daring to use a blocking needle to remove the fish. Carefully holding the fish in his hand, he delicately unhooks it, afraid that a slip would let the fish escape!

After a series of minor adjustments and tests, the first fish had been secured!

The weight lifted from Zhang Yang's heart.

As long as there's a fish in the net, Zhang Yang should be able to defeat over seventy percent of his group. Although the myth of scoring one point in six rounds would be broken, the chance of advancing to the finals remained.

After unhooking and securing the catch, Zhang Yang repeated the previous process, casting again.

I mentioned earlier that competitive fishing is sometimes like solving a math problem: analyzing known and unknown conditions thoroughly can often recreate the fish conditions to some extent.

For example, the spot had a suspension interface at the right depth layer. However, with a large line setup or bait, the fish couldn't bite the bait.

Once the aspects were adjusted accordingly, and conditions were appropriate, the fish took the bait easily, and naturally, they were caught.

In the following ten minutes, Zhang Yang repeatedly cast from the same slightly off-center spot.

The effort wasn't wasted. Two more fish bit the bait in the same manner, bringing Zhang Yang's total to three fish in the net, ranking him quite high among current group competitors.

However, Zhang Yang wasn't satisfied with having just three fish; he continued to attempt more profound levels.

Once this match was over, there'd still be more rounds!

Thoroughly understanding the fishing conditions now assured a good catch in the last game.

After some thought, Zhang Yang decided to focus his adjustments on the concentration of herbal wine.

Thus, he prepared four or five more batches with the same base bait, each varying in herbal wine concentration, placing five to six egg-sized bait balls, indistinguishable by eye, onto the bait tray.

The bites were initially very few, and the test collected little useful data. However, Zhang Yang still identified an effective concentration range.

When using egg-sized bait with four drops of herbal wine, the bites were most frequent and resulted in the best underwater feeding effect.

In a continuous testing period of over twenty minutes, the bait with this concentration yielded three more fish, while the others with greater or lesser flavor were evidently less effective.

By the forty-seventh minute, Zhang Yang had essentially grasped the current fish conditions. With eight catches secured, Zhang Yang stood invincible.

Surveying the same tank as the other anglers, all were in a frustrated state, but only a few managed to catch fish.

To put it plainly, if an average yield were given to current competitors, not even three fish were caught by most; plenty considered avoiding a "zero" a victory.

The brutal reality of late-stage fish conditions in competitive fishing was perfectly revealed in this round.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was an anomaly in the arena. Sitting calmly on the fishing box, not bothering to ride the motorbike, he continuously cast at the off-centered spot where he caught fish, defeating the other athletes in his group!

"Attention all participating anglers, there's only one minute left until the end of the competition! Upon hearing the whistle, no one is permitted to leave their spots. Please wait for event staff to tally the scores!"

"Countdown, 5...4...3...2...1! End of competition!"

A whistle sounded. Zhang Yang placed down his rod, stretched his tired neck and wrists, and relaxed.

Most were having a bad fishing day, submitting a mere handful of catches, making the statistic gathering speedy. It soon was Zhang Yang's turn.

As Jiang Yang lifted his catch net, the nearby angler's eyes widened with disbelief.

"Wow, dude! With such poor fish conditions, you still caught so many!"

Zhang Yang smiled, "Just lucky!"

There's a saying: luck is the modesty of the strong, and destiny the excuse of the weak.

Many blame fate when results are elusive, unaware that it's often a lack of skill.

For Zhang Yang, who's mastered freshwater platform fishing and is in peak competitive condition, any slight opportunity is seized upon to secure a score.

"Eleven catches!"

The staff counting nods to the referee, who records the score and adds his name to the sheet.

"Please sign here to confirm your score! Impressive, out of everyone scored so far, you are the first to surpass ten fish!" the referee said, smiling warmly.

Zhang Yang chuckled. "The leftover spot next to the oxygenator was empty, helped me a lot!" He signed his name with a smile.

"Your name's Zhang Yang, right?" The referee, surprised, glanced up at Zhang Yang.

"Uh, yes, that's me. Why?" Zhang Yang responded.

"Alright, excellent! Perform well in the last match!"

The referee didn't mention Jiang Yang's one-point record over six rounds but kindly nodded, embedding Zhang Yang's face securely in mind.

"Such a young angler, excelling in the seventh round like this, a prodigy has emerged in the platform fishing circle!" thought the referee Lao Zhao.

Once all scores were tallied, Lao Zhao headed back to the rest area, reaching for his phone to message a friend.

"The Zhang Yang you told me to watch just scored another one-point in my group. Despite tough conditions, he caught eleven fish! Others had single digits, and many came up empty!"

Soon, the news of Zhang Yang's one-point win spread within an obscure circle, reaching Qin Xiao's ears through various channels.

Wang Yan nearly strangled Qiu Wu, Zhang Yang threatened him, setting the feud for the future.

Qin Xiao isn't a kind spirit; he'd seize any chance to hurt someone deeply.

As Zhang Yang appeared poised to create an eight-game one-point legend from an entry round, Qin Xiao wouldn't sit idly by.

In another bounty acceptance chat, Qin Xiao arranged for someone to post a new bounty using a small account.

Anyone who successfully targets Zhang Yang to prevent him from winning the group can earn a reward of ten thousand yuan!

Ten thousand yuan!

Ordinary anglers seldom have such opportunities for championship rewards; just causing trouble for Zhang Yang now can earn a five-figure bounty, prompting eager anticipation from everyone.