In the group chat, there was all sorts of bragging, joking, and egging on, while the competition on stage had already entered garbage time.
Floating fishing is like a nuclear bomb in competitive fishing techniques; successfully luring fish to the surface to bite the bait is pretty much a guaranteed victory.
Although Wang Zhen's basic skills were just slightly less refined than the other team members, it was only a relative disadvantage. At the very least, he was much faster than the angler from the neighboring Fish Hunter team, who was fishing at a fixed depth.
He frequently caught two fish at once, and if the fish bites slowed down, Wang Zhen would naturally cast a few more scoops to gather the fish back, always maintaining a high speed of fish biting and catching.
In this almost mechanical state of catching fish, the fourth quarter ended quickly, and the whistle blew as Zhao Zheng casually made his way on stage, almost brushing against the angler from the neighboring team.
