Luckily, luck is still on Zhang Yang's side.
Just now, the situation was precariously close to a tug-of-war. If luck wasn't on his side, the fish could have gotten away in no time, without any reasoning with the angler.
Thanks to Zhang Yang's quick thinking, he successfully navigated through the crisis.
After successfully raising the rod, Zhang Yang's subsequent maneuver of the fish became much easier. He slowly retreated a few steps, lowered his body's center of gravity, and battled with the fish, advancing when the enemy retreated, retreating when the enemy advanced, slowly wearing down the fish's stamina.
This time, the maneuvering took longer than the previous fish, taking a full twenty-five minutes before the fish underwater slowly calmed down.
Enduring the sun at around two in the afternoon, Zhang Yang's tank top and the sun-protection shirt outside were soaked with sweat without him even realizing it.
