At the same time, Ye Cheng also observed the ground. Besides the protruding rock, there was another spot with even more rocks.
He slowly pulled the pole over, found a rock, and steadily stepped onto it.
Soon, the big fish launched its second attack. This time, with the cloth strips increasing friction and the pre-selected position, Ye Cheng stood firmly and was not dragged.
The tension on the fishing line started to fluctuate, which is a good sign, indicating that the other person is also starting to get tired.
Ye Cheng began to rhythmically reel in the line according to the strength of his opponent, tightening, relaxing, and tightening again, like dancing a dangerous tango.
His lower back started to ache, and his arms began to go numb. Ye Cheng himself didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
"Damn, this guy's got guts, how long has it been?"
"It's been an hour and a half, almost two hours now."
"He's already drunk two bottles of Coke, that's awesome."
The onlookers behind him watched with great interest; for a fisherman, catching a fish is the most exciting part.
The big fish seemed to sense that Ye Cheng was reeling in the line, and its innate sense of crisis made it adjust its strategy and begin to move sideways.
Trying to pull left and right to get rid of the fishhook.
If it weren't for those three days of intensive training, Ye Cheng probably would have broken off the alliance this time, but he's not stupid now.
You think you can just swing it wildly from side to side? Not so easy. Ye Cheng started adjusting the angle of the fishing rod, constantly pulling the rod to hook the fish, forcing it to change direction and keeping it within a large area in front of him.
Sweat streamed down Ye Cheng's face and stung his eyes. Xiao Hu was very considerate and found a towel to wipe Ye Cheng's eyes. Then he went and got a few bottles of mineral water to replenish Ye Cheng's fluids, since he had finished all his cola.
Ye Cheng focused intently on feeling every vibration from the other end of the fishing line, then adjusted his posture and slowly reeled in the line, as the big fish drew closer and closer to the shore.
The onlookers couldn't sit still any longer and came out under the scorching sun to watch from the beach.
"Holy crap, that's huge, it must be almost 2 meters long."
"This one probably weighs 200 jin (100 catties)."
"If we catch this, we'll win the championship immediately."
“I just went to check. Cui Shuran caught about 150 jin (75 kg), and I estimate that she will only catch a maximum of 200 jin (100 catties) in the end. This one fish is worth more than all the other fish.”
"I'm so lucky. I wish I could find a fish that big."
"Forget it, look at him, his legs are shaking. Could you handle that?"
"I could handle it if I were 20 years younger, but now I'd have to take the little blue pill."
"Hahaha, you're really something, brother, eating this while fishing."
Ye Cheng's legs were indeed trembling; it had been going on for too long.
He also heard what they were saying earlier: once his fish was caught, it would basically win the championship.
At 2 p.m., the battle reached its climax.
Both Ye Cheng and Da Yu were exhausted. At this point, physical strength was no longer an issue; it was all about willpower.
Every time Ye Cheng reeled in a meter of fishing line, the big fish would launch a small-scale resistance, but the strength of the resistance would be significantly reduced.
Gradually, the huge black shadow became indistinct in the seawater, and was pulled out of the water from time to time. It had a silver-gray body with black spots and a slender body.
What kind of fish is this?
"It looks like a Spanish mackerel."
"Wow, such a big mackerel, that's so rare."
"Awesome."
"Quick, come and see! What a big fish!"
The onlookers were in an uproar, which attracted even more people, including Zhao Zhiming.
Some people were fine, but with so many people and such a loud noise, the large mackerel was frightened.
It was already 5 meters away from the sea, but suddenly it used its last bit of strength to rush into the deep sea.
The fishing line was instantly taut to its limit, making a sickening sound.
Caught off guard, Ye Cheng was pulled to his feet and lunged forward.
At the critical moment, Ye Cheng unleashed all his strength, forcefully shoving himself onto the ground to stop his momentum. Then, with all his might, he pressed the bottom of the fishing rod against his abdomen and lay back, using his own weight to counteract the fish's pull. His body slammed heavily against the rocks, the pain making his vision go black.
"Damn it! Either you come up here, or I'll get down here!" Ye Cheng squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
After a stalemate of three minutes, the exhausted fish finally gave up and gradually surfaced.
Ye Chen seized the opportunity, endured the pain all over his body, slowly sat up, adjusted his posture, and began to reel in the line.
This time the catch was much faster. The big fish would occasionally struggle, but it was too late.
The giant mackerel finally surfaced, its blood-red mouth looking particularly ferocious.
Ye Cheng's whole body ached terribly, but he immediately perked up when he saw the fish surface.
Watching the line reel in carefully, Ye Cheng, having learned from his previous experience of losing fish, dared not pull too hard this time. He kept the fish on the surface of the water, making it difficult for it to breathe and expend its energy.
After wandering around for another 10 minutes, Ye Cheng quickly realized it was about time, turned around, and called out, "Little Tiger."
"They're here!"
Little Tiger excitedly jumped out, grabbed a net, and ran down the mountain path.
It would be difficult for Ye Cheng to pull such a big fish up directly; he would have to go down to the bottom.
As soon as Xiao Hu went down, several onlookers followed suit. It was a bit difficult for Xiao Hu to handle such a big fish by himself, but the fishermen didn't mind putting in some effort.
Four people went down in a row. Ye Cheng saw that Xiao Hu was already in position and immediately shouted, "Up!"
With a sudden jerk of the fishing rod, he pulled the big fish to the shore.
The big fish was exhausted by then, so Xiao Hu took the net, aimed it at the fish's head, and put it in the net.
Because the fish was so long, only half of its body went in, with most of its tail still sticking out. The four people below hurriedly removed the hook and then lifted the fish up like a little wind lifting Tang Sanzang.
"A big fish, it's really big."
"I've never caught such a big fish before."
"This is the first time I've ever seen such a long mackerel."
"It must weigh close to 200 pounds."
"Absolutely, then this championship is his."
"Absolutely, without a doubt."
"Finally, someone in the association has surpassed Cui Shuran, breaking his record of being number one for so many years."
Ye Cheng had no interest in looking at the fish anymore. Lying on the ground, he felt weak even to breathe. His limbs ached unbearably, and he started to feel pain in his abdomen. It hurt even to rub it.
I'm so tired, damn it, I'm going to die from catching just one fish.
He glanced at the group of onlookers and felt like a pregnant woman coming out of the delivery room, everyone watching the baby and no one caring about him.
There's still half an hour left in the competition, but Ye Cheng has completely lost interest in fishing. He'll just leave it at that.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com