At the same time, Old Liao's fishing rod was just a carbon fishing rod that cost around a thousand yuan.
The advantage of such a rod is its light and handy feel, but the drawback is that its strength is quite average.
Especially in such high fishing spots.
Therefore, a combination of reasons led to Old Liao's rod snapping.
Ye Chen shook his head helplessly, then walked over and patted Old Liao on the shoulder.
"It's fine, Old Liao, a snapped rod is no big deal, just don't let it break your spirit."
Feeling Ye Chen's earnest tone, Old Liao's face became even more livid with anger.
He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, snapped rod or not, at least I caught a huge one!"
"This round wasn't a loss, let's keep fighting!"
Perhaps Old Liao was self-hypnotizing, as he comforted himself while silently assembling a new 7.2-meter fishing rod.
This time, he specifically used a 6.0 main line…