Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 613 - 356: A Textbook Case of Killing and Breaking the Spirit

Many anglers have been fishing for half their lives without truly understanding the actual habits of freshwater fish in Taiwanese-style fishing. Their grasp of fishing techniques and strategies is often ambiguous.

When faced with questions they can't comprehend, their minds conjure up some vague and impractical judgments.

Most of the time, these hazy judgments are simply figments of their imagination.

It's common to think others have some kind of Divine Bait or miracle drug.

Usually, these judgments are unreliable, but today is different.

Zhang Yang really found a secret weapon for the specific fish situation he faced!

When Wang Maoqing drew the fishing spot next to Zhang Yang, he was quite excited. It would be deceitful to say there were no psychological fluctuations after winning ten thousand.

But now, he was extremely frustrated.

His tactic of using Bai Ling's lead to disrupt and make a mess had failed! What to do next?

"Oh dear, another fish struck! It's so annoying! I don't even want to fish; look, it bit again!" Zhang Yang muttered provocatively.

Wang Maoqing instinctively glanced over upon hearing this, locking eyes with Zhang Yang's slightly mocking and provocative gaze!

Zhang Yang's expression was arrogant, completely conveying, "I don't care about you; keep doing whatever, I'll handle it!"

"Damn!!" Wang Maoqing was irritated by Zhang Yang's gaze and instinctively spat a curse word.

"What?"

Zhang Yang either genuinely didn't hear or pretended not to, putting down his rod and using his pinky to dig his ear.

Repeated provocations from Zhang Yang had Wang Maoqing a bit riled.

"Damn it, it's just a few fish, what's with the arrogance?" Wang Maoqing cursed fiercely again.

This time, he spoke loudly, attracting attention from nearby anglers who all turned their heads.

The next moment, Zhang Yang raised his right hand sharply!

"Report! I want to complain!!"

The loud call echoed throughout the competition venue; everyone, whether opposite or beside him, paid attention to Zhang Yang.

According to competition rules, judges patrol the surrounding area and can be called upon for issues during the match.

However, it's rare for an angler to call on a judge.

Out of dozens of matches, there might not be a single report.

Today, many anglers were surprised when someone raised a report in the final match halfway through.

"What's going on here? Is there a problem?" The judge who recorded Zhang Yang's score in the last match strode over.

Zhang Yang said, "Report, judge! Since the start of the competition, the angler beside me has been maliciously disrupting my match! I endured without saying anything!

Just now, he cursed at me continuously catching fish! I request the judge to handle this per the competition rules!"

Zhang Yang spoke while pointing at Wang Maoqing next to him.

At this moment, Zhang Yang's expression was no longer arrogant and teasing but slightly resentful, a typical victim appearance.

"You say he's disrupting your match? How so? And cursing, what's that about? Is there any witness?"

The judge gave Wang Maoqing a deep look, then turned back to Zhang Yang to inquire about the situation!

Zhang Yang pointed to Wang Maoqing's fishing rod: "You can check his rod and tackle, then you'll know everything!

Regarding the cursing, nearby anglers probably heard it, and site surveillance can be checked! The sound was loud!"

The judge didn't hesitate for long, quickly lifting the opponent's rod.

Seeing the large bobber Wang Maoqing used and the huge lead weight close to thumb size wrapped around it, the judge's expression turned sour.

Fishing today's last match in a low-density target fish pond, using a carp fishing bobber with over five grams of heavy lead, this technique completely mismatches the fish situation. Such a large lead weight makes catching fish hard and might even kill the fish.

"Angler, what's up with this tackle?" the judge routinely asked.

Wang Maoqing replied, "The fish are too slippery, few bites, can't seize the bites, plus I have poor eyesight, so I picked a bobber with bigger lead capacity and thicker line sight!

I'm fishing with lead on the bottom, what, is there a problem?

Does the competition rule restrict the lead size? Or the bobber size?" Wang Maoqing defended himself like an old hand.

This defense was a prepared scripted explanation; even if the judge didn't want to believe it, by sticking to the rules, it's likely fine.

"Fine, this explanation can temporarily pass! But what about the complaint on cursing? Why'd you swear?"

"I... I wasn't swearing at him! I was cursing myself!" Wang Maoqing continued to defend.

"You curse yourself? Curse yourself for scoring a few fish, what's with the arrogance? Fellow anglers heard it; you dare to curse but not admit it? Are you a coward?" Zhang Yang questioned further.

This time Wang Maoqing fell silent; his swearing was indeed loud, and its content couldn't be explained away.

This showcases Zhang Yang's experience.

If he complained about the disruption at the start, the judge might not believe it! Because with just the big bobber and heavy lead weight being the only irrational parts, forming sufficient evidence of intentional disruption is hard.