332: Oyster Raft Fishing Competition 2

However, for that remaining Coconut Shell Snail, no matter how he tried, he couldn't catch it. Yang Qi tried many times to no avail and could only give up.

He looked down beneath his Fish Guard; more and more fish were actually gathering there.

"Wait a bit longer! Still not enough!"

At this time, he discovered several Swimming Crabs, roughly seven or eight taels in size.

Let's go for them!

The antarctic shrimp was slowly pulled near a Crab. This Crab Boss had a violent temper; it crawled over quickly, clamped the bait with its two large pincers, and stuffed it into its mouth.

Its mouth was just a bit small, and it nibbled rather slowly. Yang Qi waited for a while, unsure if it had actually eaten the hook.

With a flick of his wrist, the hook indeed slid out from the side of the Crab's mouth. Since the large pincers were still gripping the bait, the Crab Boss was pulled until it flipped over.

Instantly furious, it increased the force of its nibbling. Just as it was nibbling vigorously...

"Ouch, my mouth hurts!"

Yang Qi gently scooped the Crab into the Fish Guard and saw two nearby Anglers staring dumbfoundedly at the Crab in his hand.

Holding the Crab, he raised his hand toward the two of them and said with a smile:

"Luck, purely an accident!"

The two nodded at him, their smiles a bit forced. Internally, they grumbled:

"Damn it, what kind of decent person catches Sea snails and Crabs one after another while fishing? It's just dog shit luck, fuck!"

"There's no justice! This guy's conchs and Crabs alone are heavier than my fish! How is this competition even playable?"

Yang Qi didn't care what others thought and simply continued fishing for Crabs seriously. However, after he caught four Crabs, the others had vanished without a trace.

He looked at the Fish Guard at his feet; the school of fish surrounding it was growing larger, but they were mostly finger-length Fry. Wait a bit longer!

So he hooked a Shrimp, cast a line forward casually, set the rod down, took a cigarette out of his bag, lit it, and began to puff away.

With one hand holding the rod and the other holding the cigarette, he was quite at ease. Just then, Yang Qi felt the rod suddenly sink, and the fishing line hummed as it was pulled tight.

"Ha, a big fish is here!"

His spirits instantly lifted. He gripped the rod tightly with both hands and began to wrestle with the fish.

The fish was very strong, thrashing about in the water in an attempt to break free from the hook's restraint.

Yang Qi didn't dare relax in the slightest, slowly letting out line following the fish's strength, then finding the right moment to reel it back in.

This was mainly because the fishing spots were too crowded, with a spot every three meters and people sitting on both sides.

He couldn't use too much force; for one, he was afraid of startling others' fishing spots, and for another, he didn't know the action of this rod. It would be a joke if the rod snapped.

The two nearby Anglers also stopped what they were doing and watched him nervously.

After a good while, the fish seemed to lose some strength, and its swimming speed slowed down.

"Hmm, this rod isn't bad, but it's only for fishing under thirty catties; the backbone is a bit soft. The reel is okay, but also limited to fish around thirty or forty catties."

Yang Qi seized the opportunity, exerted sudden force, cranked the reel to take in line, and slowly pulled the fish toward him.

A plump Green Grouper broke the surface, shimmering with a blackish-brown light under the sun.

"Wow, such a large Grouper! At least thirty catties."

The two Anglers couldn't help but exclaim. Yang Qi carefully scooped the fish into the Fish Guard, a bright smile appearing on his face.

Based on his experience and the feel of it, he estimated this Green Grouper to be around thirty-two catties.

Meanwhile, those two Anglers could only watch blankly, their hearts filled with both envy and helplessness.

Yang Qi stood up and handed out cigarettes to several nearby Anglers.

"Brother, your luck is just top-notch."

The middle-aged angler on the left took the cigarette and gave Yang Qi a thumbs up.

The angler on the right lit his cigarette and praised:

"Brother, I think the championship is definitely yours. Everyone else is just destined to fight for second place."

"Big brother, don't say that. With so many people, who knows if someone might have even better luck than me?"

"Besides, maybe your luck is about to come soon too."

Yang Qi said modestly.

The angler on the left smiled but didn't pick up the conversation. He was likely afraid Yang Qi would waste his fishing time; a word or two was fine, but don't go on endlessly!

You've already caught over fifty catties, while I haven't even reached five catties here.

Can't afford the delay, absolutely can't afford it!

Yang Qi immediately figured this out and gave up the idea of chatting with people during the lull.

Returning to his spot, he decided to fish right at his feet. After this period of brewing, many small fish had already gathered around the Fish Guard.

These small fish wanted to eat the antarctic shrimp and kept bumping into the Fish Guard, but to no avail!

They couldn't get into the Fish Guard at all, and the whole antarctic shrimp couldn't get out.

However, some of the thawed antarctic shrimp fragments drifted out through the holes as the Fish Guard swayed.

Part was snatched up by the small fish, and part sank to the riverbed, falling into rock crevices. Then more and more gathered, and the scent grew stronger.

The antarctic shrimp brick inside the Fish Guard thawed more and more, and more small fish came. Finally, the first wave of predatory fish was drawn in.

It was a school of about ten Sea Bass. Yang Qi quickly hooked a Shrimp; this time he didn't cast, but let the line slide vertically into the water from the rod tip.

This was just like fishing with an Electric Reel, except now the water was shallower and the rod was longer.

Sure enough, just as the hook reached mid-water, an eight or nine-catty Sea Bass 'whooshed' over and swallowed the Shrimp in one bite.

At the same time, Yang Qi was quick of hand and eye; the rod instantly jerked upward, and the Sea Bass pulled the line, making a 'zizizi' sound as it ran outward.

He locked the switch and quickly cranked the reel with one hand. A minute later, a silvery-white Sea Bass of about nine catties was pulled out of the water.

In the next moment, with the rod in one hand and the landing net in the other, he scooped up the Sea Bass that was thrashing on the surface.

The commotion here was noticed by several nearby people, who all secretly cursed his dog shit luck.

"Get in there!"

Yang Qi hooked another Shrimp, placed his hand on the reel, released the line bail, and the sinker took the Shrimp 'whooshing' out.

Unexpectedly, less than five seconds after closing the bail, the rod was pulled into a bow again. The rod trembled as if it were having a seizure.

"It's here!"

Yang Qi immediately raised the rod to set the hook. The 'wuwuwu' sound of the line cutting through the water once again startled the nearby Anglers.

"Truly fucking haunted, damn!"

"Why isn't it me catching the fish?"

Yang Qi didn't turn his head, but from the corner of his eye, he saw several Anglers staring at the fish on the water's surface.

"Hehehe, envious, jealous? You guys can't learn my abilities."

He laughed inwardly, then steadily scooped the fish into the net.

Delightful, another large Sea Bass around twelve catties.

"Get in there!"

Yang Qi re-baited the hook and said casually.