Seeing Zhang Yang's move, Zhu Wentao's mind went blank with a buzz.

What's going on? A thick rod, attaching a blocking needle, what's this plan?

Directly unloading fish with the blocking needle? These aren't small fish weighing a few ounces, they're carp starting at over two pounds. Just yesterday, I saw them release the carp here with my own eyes.

Zhu Wentao noticed the anomaly in Zhang Yang's equipment. On the other side, Liu Yingxiong also noticed the details on Zhang Yang's side. Old Liu had a slightly more advanced technical perspective than Zhu Wentao and realized that Zhang Yang was not following conventional methods.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang Yang! You're using a thick rod and a blocking needle, are you planning to directly unload the fish with a blocking needle?" Liu Yingxiong asked casually.

Zhang Yang grinned, putting on a pair of small deer leather gloves used for rock fishing with his left hand, and then said unhurriedly, "Just messing around, no need to worry!"

Again, with that rod and blocking needle, now putting on gloves, saying not to worry—who would believe that?

If the two were sure Zhang Yang was using the Flying Copy method, then even if his skills were superior, Zhu Wentao and his brother could confidently compete head-on with Zhang Yang.

After all, these guys held their fishing skills in high regard, with no reason to concede before having a direct confrontation.

But it's like bringing a big knife and suddenly facing someone pulling out a Gatling gun spewing blue flames, this kind of unknown situation made them feel utterly uncertain.

In the competitive black pit carp fishing ground, directly using a blocking needle to unload fish, such an operation was something they couldn't even imagine before coming here, and they had never seen anyone play like this.

Zhang Yang's indirect response confirmed the brothers' suspicions, and both Liu Yingxiong and Zhu Wentao quickly began thinking strategically.

The other party was clearly prepared, so what should they do in response? How to counteract?

Liu Yingxiong was the most decisive, directly taking a handful of dry light bran from the mixed yellow surface artillery to further lower the water ratio, and seeing his teammate respond like this, Zhu Wentao also grabbed a handful of light bran to mix in.

Lowering the water ratio can enhance the atomization of the shot into water, which was the only potential effective method the brothers could think of.

As for how to solve the speed difference between unloading fish with a blocking needle and the Flying Copy with a landing net? The brothers didn't have an immediate answer.

The half-hour preparation time quickly passed. Old Meng, serving as the referee, glanced at the time on his wrist, and it was precisely eight o'clock. Standing at the doorway of the boardroom, he called out loudly.

"It's eight sharp, I announce the start of the offline three-v-three black pit carp fishing challenge!"

At the announcement, all six people on the field moved almost simultaneously.

All six used a standard opening with a few balls of bait, but among them, Zhang Yang was an outlier.

Others used lead to sink the bait or double hooks pinching a softball-sized bait, but Zhang Yang employed a more extreme method.

The black pit ultimate technique: sub-line catapult.

At a glance, the sub-line with a catapult didn't look much different from the lead catapult, but those truly in the know could see the detailed differences.

Firstly, the lead catapult relies on the support of the lead weight to carry the bait cluster into the lair. After entering the water, the bait doesn't dissolve immediately; it needs to be shaken off by lifting the rod.

If the technique for baiting the lair isn't good, there's a higher margin for error, making it easier to succeed.

However, there are drawbacks too—the support of the lead increases the adhesion of the bait and reduces the dispersion of the feed.

On the other hand, the double sub-line catapult, with the sub-line bare except for the hooks at the bottom, has none of that.

The small yellow face bait slides above the hook shank during casting, creating an even more extreme state of explosion upon water entry, with a slightly lower baiting position, so the operation is slightly quicker than using a lead catapult.

Don't underestimate this small difference; a slight time advantage with each cast accumulates significantly over a fishing session!

Furthermore, judging simply on the technical proficiency of baiting and casting, Zhang Yang himself was a top expert, steadily outperforming the anglers on either side.

An intense silent battle had begun just like that.

Zhang Yang didn't rush to catch fish, each cast was a sub-line catapult, immediately lifting the rod when the bobber settled, maximizing the lair-baiting frequency to operational perfection!

With a per capita density of over three hundred pounds, it seemed routine now; however, back then, that density was considered an absolute powerhouse.

Everyone knew the massive impact the lair-baiting had on fish competitiveness, so, within the first ten minutes, none of the six focused on catching fish. They were all frantically casting to bait the lair, managing the basic resources of the fish population at the lakebed.

It was Zhang Yang who first broke the deadlock!

His peripheral vision kept glancing at the opponents on either side, noticing no one was catching fish yet. An idea struck him.

Just casually, he pinched two Triangle Cannons, flicked his wrist, and cast them into the lair.

The fish had already gathered to a critical density, and as the double hook descended, it hadn't even reached the bottom before a clear bite lowered the line.

Lift the rod and set the hook! A hit!

The next moment, a scene occurred that left everyone dumbfounded!

Zhang Yang tightened his core and used his upper arm to drive his forearm, leveraging the powerful waist force of his modified rod, directly lifting the large carp out of the water and into the air.

The more than two-pound carp traced a graceful arc in mid-air, then landed steadily to Zhang Yang's left, where his gloved left hand gently dampened the excess force through the sub-line and stabilized the fish at the mouth of his fish protector.