When to set the bait spot, what conditions to start reeling in fish, what kind of float movents to capture, are all part of the fishing rhythm.
And what about Huang Zheng at this ti? In the first segnt, he used the pure Flying Copy carp technique throughout, and was familiar with the rhythm of this fishing style.
After the second segnt began, Zhang Yang had completely grasped the most suitable operations from the first segnt, whereas Huang Zheng couldn't apply the Flying Copy carp rhythm to Flying Kicking. The difference in attracting and gathering fish speed and efficiency couldn't be directly replicated.
At this mont, if Huang Zheng were clear-headed, in a situation where the fish conditions weren't too different, directly relying on visual observations and aggressively matching Zhang Yang's rod casting and bait spot setting frequency to adapt to Flying Kicking rhythm would be the optimal choice.
But Huang Zheng lacked this awareness. After switching to Flying Kicking and consecutively casting five rods with double-hook dispersible bait spots, he switched to kneaded bait and found the fish conditions weren't as aggressive as imagined, Huang Zheng panicked!
In the mindset of competitive anglers, thick lines, large hooks, and hard rods are actually unfriendly to fish; if the fish conditions don't match, it will be a disaster.
With Huang Zheng's panic, his technical performance was inevitably affected, and in his anxiety, mistakes followed.
He blindly set a few more bait spots, finally witnessing the first bite action.
A small nod of about half a point, with Huang Zheng's heart always hanging by a thread, finally seeing a sowhat crisp bite action, he pulled the rod to hook the fish without hesitation, intending to get the first fish on the rod.
Just heard a swish, bang!
Hooking the fish, the line snapped, the hook ca loose, and the fish ran away, the entire flow of explosive bait spot backfired, completed in one go!
The half-point bite fish had the hook set too shallow, the initial rod pulling force was not well managed, directly tearing the fish's mouth; the fish eating bait wasn't even pulled out of the water nest, it directly got unhooked and escaped.
"Damn!" Huang Zheng cursed again.
No point in swearing, originally changing positions could have picked up so leftover fish from the previous angler's bait spot, but after working for a few minutes continuously setting dispersible bait spots to gather fish, the entire preparation was undone by this explosive bait spot fish escape, back to square one.
If there were caras underwater, one could clearly see parts of the fish group initially gathered in the bait spot due to a fish tearing and unhooking furiously, kicking up the sedints at the bottom, other companions seed to receive a danger signal, turning around and fleeing, leaving the bait spot empty, not a single hair left.
Even if there were no explosive bait spot escape errors, Huang Zheng's odds were very slim, let alone such a significant error, with his mindset exploded, Huang Zheng completely lost the last chance to regain scores.
In the following segnts, Zhang Yang beca more courageous as the battles went on, maintaining the highest efficiency in setting bait spots, gathering, and catching fish, while Huang Zheng, after recalibrating the fish conditions, tried hard to catch up, but it was still futile.
"Attention all anglers, there's the last five seconds until the fourth segnt ends, upon hearing the end of countdown whistle, everyone please lay down your fishing rods and wait for the staff to weigh the catches!"
Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, competition ends!"
The whistle ending the fourth segnt sounded, Zhang Yang put down his rod and shook his slightly sore arm and wrist.
Across the bank, Huang Zheng, with a grim face, laid down his rod, not even bothering to collect the newly used line group, directly winding it into a ball and casually tossing it into the grass behind him.
A little brother, who had been helping Huang Zheng watch from outside, sent over the info again, but this ti upon hearing the WeChat sound, Huang Zheng didn't even look, he directly laid down.
Ten minutes later, the comprehensive scores of the anglers were published.
After Zhang Yang's two hours and four segnts of competition concluded, the total weight of fish caught net was 205.3 pounds. He was far ahead in the sa group, ranking first.
As for Huang Zheng, the total weight of fish caught net was only 172.5 pounds. Although he also ranked first among the anglers in the sa group, when compared to Zhang Yang, he was lagging by over thirty pounds of fish catch, losing by a big margin with ten strips of Flake Fish.
After completing the score signing, Zhang Yang leisurely walked out carrying his fishing box, humming a tune as he walked, feeling inexplicably refreshed.
For anglers, nothing is more comfortable than a thrilling fishing session. If one must find sothing else, it's not just having caught fish comfortably, but also winning ten strips of Flake Fish.
The intensity of two hours of continuous fishing, Zhang Yang could easily handle it, apart from sweating a bit, there was almost no discomfort, as soon as he walked out of the venue, he imdiately lit up a Baijiu, just waiting for the score to be published for Huang Zheng to fulfill the pre-competition bet.
Just as Zhang Yang walked out of the competition venue's exit, Liu Zi, who was disqualified from participating and had nothing to do, walked over carrying mineral water.
Liu Zi eagerly handed over a bottle of water, smilingly asked, "Bro, how many pounds did you catch? You remained very stable throughout the four segnts! Hardly lost any fish! Co, have so water!"
Zhang Yang didn't hesitate either, took the Wahaha and gulped down a large sip, casually asked, "205.3 pounds, first in the group! How did the rest of our team perform?"
Liu Zi continued, "They're all doing great, just Xiaobao might be slightly off! In the third segnt, Xiaobao seed to hook a large fish, worked for a long ti ssing with the bait spot, but the fish got away in the end, affecting his score slightly!"
"Oh, tough luck! Let's ask him what happened when he's out!"
Liu Zi went on, "I also kept an eye on that Huang Zheng who challenged us before the match, he did quite well afterwards, but during the second segnt, shortly after starting, he experienced a fish escape explosion, wasted a bit of ti! You're already over 200 pounds, you should definitely beat him!"
"Without errors, I'd beat him all the sa! Fishing a mix of Flying Kicking fish conditions, that's how confident I am!" Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Haha!"
...
After a few minutes of chatting, Han Mocheng and ng Fan all sorted out their scores and ca out.
The usual boring Flying Kicking fundantal training wasn't in vain, Han Mocheng caught 181 pounds, ng Fan 179.3 pounds, even Xiaobao, who perford worst, caught 155 pounds, they all easily secured top three spots in their group, reserved spots in the finals.
Once everyone gathered, Zhang Yang and the others casually smoked and chatted about fish conditions, patiently waiting for Huang Zheng to co and fulfill the bet.
As they were gently chatting, Zhang Yang saw sothing from afar and raised his head to greet.
"Stop chatting, let's go! Ti to collect the prize!"
With that line left behind, Zhang Yang took big strides toward the distance.
The crowd simultaneously glanced in the direction Zhang Yang was moving, and saw Huang Zheng was currently explaining sothing to a follower, with a black plastic bag in hand, bulging and stuffed with a strip-shaped thing.
Upon seeing this scene, everyone knew without saying what happened, Huang Zheng lost in the fish contest, feeling too embarrassed to fulfill the bet himself, arranging a little brother to deliver the stake instead.
If it were anyone else, Zhang Yang might spare so face, even if he saw this, he wouldn't expose it, much less walk over.
But since it was Huang Zheng, who made arrogant claims before the match, Zhang Yang naturally wouldn't spare any face, the bet of ten strips of Flake Fish was enough to offend thoroughly, Zhang Yang wasn't concerned with the Tianyuan company behind him.
"Hey! The overall rankings aren't published yet, Master Huang has already prepared the bet early!" Zhang Yang called out smilingly from over ten ters away.
Seeing Zhang Yang coming over, Huang Zheng's face turned unusually unpleasant.
"Lost to you, you've got to hand it to you! Here's the promised bet, ten strips of Flake Fish, count them, if they're correct, I'm leaving!" Huang Zheng said stiffly, maintaining his tone.
"Don't rush to leave! Let's chat a bit! What's the total weight you fished?" Zhang Yang teased him on purpose.
"172.5, lost is lost! Bet is bet, I, Huang Zheng can afford to lose!" Huang Zheng replied, gritting his teeth.
"172 pounds, still quite a lot! You know how much our group's kid, who caught the least, got?"
"How much?" The desire to win still tempted Huang Zheng to ask.
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