If it were the early stage when there were fish in the spot, Old Ma could have made such a prediction, but now it's been more than ten minutes without a bite? What's going on?
The heated argument was no longer important; Old Ma was now just full of big questions in his head. How did he do it?
"Can't figure out how I did it? Not going to tell you!"
Zhang Yang, as if reading minds, grinned and used the rod's strength to lift the fish out of the water, quickly netting it. Another catch for him!
Just by saying he's not going to tell, Zhang Yang completely rattled Ma Yuhua's mind.
He could no longer focus on the ongoing competition, his mind entirely occupied with Zhang Yang's almost miraculous fishing display earlier.
It wasn't until the competition's end bell rang that he finally lifted his head, dazed and confused.
As the competition reached its latter half, less than half of the anglers remained at their spots. Upon hearing the end whistle, everyone put down their rods.
