The pressure this fish put on Zhang Yang was much greater than the last dragon carp. Sweat was visible on his forehead, his arms ached, and he was somewhat exhausted.
But now was not the time to relax; the revolution had not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard.
The next second, the big fish in the water suddenly exerted its strength and swam straight towards the depths of the reservoir.
"Damn! It's exerting its strength! Come back to me!!"
Zhang Yang roared angrily, his words were firm, but his body was honest. He quickly followed the direction of the fish's pull, taking a few steps forward to buffer the pressure.
At this moment, Zhang Yang's rich experience in fighting big fish showed. The strategic buffer zone he had left gave him some room to operate, significantly reducing the fish's forward momentum.
When Zhang Yang returned to the edge of the pier again, the big fish was still swimming forward, but Zhang Yang could no longer move forward.
