Soon, the preparation time was over, the starting gun sounded, and the competition began!
Zhang Yang casually grabbed two bait balls the size of soybeans, flicked his wrist, and cast the rod into the water.
From the moment the bobber turned over, Zhang Yang's attention was entirely on the movement of the float.
Even though he was prepared for the poor condition of the fishing, he still underestimated the difficult situation when actually fishing!
At the start, after casting seven or eight times in succession, Zhang Yang didn't see a single bite.
This scene was eerily similar to the start of the last round.
Could it be another futile round?
Zhang Yang frowned slightly, his eyes darting around, trying to gather useful information from other anglers.
He scanned around within his field of vision but didn't see anyone catching fish, and Zhang Yang helplessly pouted his lips, directly shifting to a heavier lead, searching throughout the possible strike zones.
