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Yue Feng didn't relax his attention. After pulling up a "pig," Yue Feng noticed there were still small movements in his fishing spot, but they were all ambiguous and never provided a clear indication of a bite.
Actually, from the point of view of a bystander, Yue Feng's catch in the morning would have been more than enough to qualify him for tomorrow's final. However, since the competition wasn't over, he remained highly focused, keeping an eye on any slight movement in his fishing spot.
"Damn it, could it be that there are only small fish left? That doesn't quite fit either!" Yue Feng muttered to himself, feeling uncertain.
Why that judgment? The float was giving off very hesitant movements, trembling gently up and down without force, lacking the sudden movement of a bite, and it didn't quite resemble the disturbance in the water that big fish would make when entering the spot. Occasionally, a flurry of small fry would appear.
