As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up-Chapter 248 - 212 Matsu Gold Spearfish (7K)_3

Chapter 248 -212 Matsu Gold Spearfish (7K)_3

Chapter 248 -212 Matsu Gold Spearfish (7K)_3

“Okay!” Chu Mingcheng had some water and felt a bit better. He vigorously turned the handle, resisting the tug from the deep-sea leviathan.

The stiff fishing rod was still arched like a bow, creaking incessantly.

The Dali Ma Line was stretched taut, darting back and forth over the surface of the ocean, sending ripples through the waters.

Chu Mingcheng bit down hard on his teeth and continued to persevere.

The first surge of energy from the fish still hadn’t passed, and he couldn’t afford to lose heart—if he did, he wouldn’t be able to hold on at all.

Luckily, whenever he felt he couldn’t hold on any longer, he would briefly activate the electronic reel to help out a bit.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and Chu Mingcheng’s face was flushed red, veins on his neck bulging from the prolonged effort, his arm muscles clearly defined.

Until now, he hadn’t reeled in even a meter of line, but the good news was that the fish hadn’t pulled out much line either. Both sides were in a stalemate, waiting to see who would give up first.

Just then, there was a noticeable change in the pull on the line—the tense line and the curved rod tip swayed from side to side, causing Chu Mingcheng’s body to rock slightly.

From his past experiences of catching big fish, Chu Mingcheng knew this indicated the fish was shaking its head and flushing its gills at the bottom, trying to spit out the hook.

Swordfish behaved similarly; they would jump out of the water and shake their heads to clean their gills, easily shaking the angler as well.

But since the swordfish was closer, the sensation was more obvious.

This big fish was more than two hundred meters away, so the effect wasn’t as pronounced.

“Hah—” Chu Mingcheng summoned his strength from his core and gave a hard yank. The hook, which had slightly loosened, stabbed more deeply into the flesh inside the fish’s mouth, thwarting the escape plan right away.

A fish shaking its gills might not always be able to spit out the hook, which seasoned fishermen from the Far Sea know all too well.

Many fish escape by wearing through the fishing line, and throughout the process, the hook remains in the fish’s mouth until it naturally disintegrates in the sea.

But the Fishing Man wouldn’t count on this possibility—no one can be sure if the fish will spit out the hook or not. Losing a fish, especially a deep-sea behemoth like this, leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.

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Some would pretend to be skilled, or only catch small fish.

They longed to catch a big one too, saying things like, “I’d be fine with just fighting a big fish even if it gets away; I just want to feel what it’s like.”

But if they actually lost a big fish, they’d likely be so frustrated they’d snap their fishing rod in half—yes, snap it.

Another ten minutes passed, and the giant fish below showed no signs of tiring, but Chu Mingcheng was struggling to keep up.

With his current stamina, carrying Jiang Luoluo up a mountain for ten minutes would be no problem, yet he couldn’t outlast a fish.

Thankfully, he had many opportunities to convert life energy, so he used one immediately.

The instant revitalization reinvigorated his spirit; the soreness in his arms and back subsided significantly.

He might feel better, but the Fishing Men beside him couldn’t help but glance at his waist from time to time.

“This guy is incredible. Look how bent that rod is; the fish must be huge. Nearly half an hour has passed, and he’s still holding on.”

“Envious of having such a strong back. If I had that back, I wouldn’t need to recuperate in Nansha for a month; I’d handle my missus at home in a jiffy.”

“No wonder his wife looks so radiant. With such a back, how could she not be thriving?”

“Now, you’ve got it all wrong. From my experience, this beauty is still untouched. I think the guy can last this long because his back is top-notch, he’s still full of vigor.”

“F**k, such a gorgeous girl and he’s not making a move? Is this some kind of ultimate Fishing Man zen?”

“I get it now. Whoever wants my old lady can have her; I’m going to strengthen my back for three years, then I’ll come back to singlehandedly tackle a deep-sea monster!”

“F**k, who are you looking down on? Does a Fishing Man really need a good back to bag a big catch? How would a Fishing Man be with a woman?”

The lively discussion nearby didn’t affect Chu Mingcheng, who was feeling no lighter despite having used life energy conversion.

Regaining stamina didn’t mean the giant fish was getting weaker; it was still as ferocious as ever.

Now, Chen Yang and the others, who hadn’t caught anything notable, came over to join in the excitement.

Zhang Wei rubbed his hands together and moved next to Chu Mingcheng. “Ah Cheng, are you tired? Want me to take over?”

Chu Mingcheng glanced at him. “You sure?”

Actually, he was starting to feel a bit hungry and had thought about asking Jiang Luoluo to feed him some chocolate to refill his energy.

His body energy couldn’t be replenished by life energy conversion; it had to be restored by eating.

Since Zhang Wei was offering to take over, he was actually quite willing.

“Of course! Leave it to me. I’ll pull this fish up for you.” Zhang Wei patted his chest confidently.

“Alright, you help me for a while, and I’ll eat something.” Chu Mingcheng let him come over to grab onto the fishing rod first.

He didn’t dare to let go all at once in case Zhang Wei was caught off guard and failed to hold onto the rod, getting pulled into the water by the fish.

He moved aside bit by bit and also slowly handed the rod into his embrace.

Zhang Wei took hold of the rod, feeling the immense pull, and said excitedly, “Damn, this is really strong!”

“Steady there. The fish has a lot of strength, I’m gonna let go slowly now.”