Yue Feng was right, the competition ended a few minutes later, and the staff quickly began tallying the scores of the participating anglers. Adding up everyone's catches, the total was a whopping 4976 pounds!
The catch rate at the Crucian Carp Field that day was 82.93%! This catch rate is among the top even for nationwide Black Pit fishing conditions!
"Brother Feng, we did it!" At this moment, Wang Xiaomin strolled over, his face full of excitement.
Yue Feng glanced at Xiaomin and asked, "Both rounds scored one point?"
"Yeah, is that okay? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
As he said this, Wang Xiaomin slightly raised his chin, clearly very proud and super confident.
"Not bad! How about the others on the team? How did they do?"
"Wang Zhen got fifth, Xue Kai seventh, only the three of us registered. Brother Zhen and the others gave up their spots!"
"So you're saying you were the only one who made it to the finals?"
