"Hehe, you see, it's not a good thing to run into someone like this. The fishing rod might break in an instant."
"That's right, it's 2 meters long, and it might weigh 200 kilograms. Even if the fishing rod doesn't break, it will take a long time to reel in the fish."
"Why hasn't it come online yet? Did it run away?"
One of them stood up curiously and peeked over the edge, shielding his eyes with his hand.
Just then, the buoy moved and plunged into the sea.
Ye Cheng felt the tip of the fishing rod in his hand suddenly sink, and an unprecedented force dragged the fishing rod. If he hadn't been holding it, it might have already flown out of his hand.
"Damn it!" Ye Cheng shouted. He reflexively gripped the fishing rod, trying to hold on, his knuckles turning white from the force.
But he only lasted a second before he was abruptly pulled up from the stool and tumbled forward, his shoes screeching against the rocks.
"Watch out!" someone behind them shouted in fright. There was a cliff in front of them; falling off would be fatal.
Fortunately, Xiao Hu reacted quickly. He threw down his lunchbox, grabbed Ye Cheng's clothes with his right hand, and helped Ye Cheng steady himself.
The fishing line was being released at a terrifying speed, and the fishing reel was making a sharp "squeak" sound, as if it were about to break at any moment.
In the distance, beneath the sea surface, a huge black shadow is swimming towards the deep sea with astonishing power.
In the past, anglers would hold their fishing rods high, like a crescent moon.
Now, Ye Cheng can't lift himself up at all; he can only be pulled along, as if he were struggling against a high-altitude river.
The fish was so strong that Ye Cheng could hardly stand. Xiao Hu pulled him several times from behind, but he still couldn't stand up and could only stumble and be pulled left and right.
Ye Cheng's palm was cut by the rapidly pulled fishing line, leaving a bloody gash. It hurt a little, but he didn't dare let go at all.
Since he started fishing, Ye Cheng had never felt such force. He felt like he was in a level 12 gale, and could only squat down. Sweat began to seep from his forehead due to the great exertion.
Although the situation has been stabilized for the time being, Ye Cheng is now worried about whether the fishing rod and line can withstand the strain.
"Wow, this fish is really big. With that strength, it might actually be 2 meters long."
"If he hadn't been holding the rod the whole time, the whole rod would have been thrown down."
"I think this fish is too big to be caught."
The whispers behind him reached Ye Cheng's ears, and his heart pounded. But giving up was impossible; his adrenaline was surging, and he had a strong desire to fight to the death.
After regaining his footing, Ye Cheng began to slowly adjust the resistance of the fishing reel. With his current strength, if he tried to force the line in, even with the fishing rod given to him by the system, he estimated that either the rod or the line would break.
At 12:20 pm, the fishing line was almost empty when Ye Cheng finally got it stuck. A long battle of patience and strength had officially begun.
Because it was a competition, after Xiao Hu helped Ye Cheng stabilize the situation, the referee ordered him to step back and let Ye Cheng operate the game alone.
Ye Cheng remained leaning back, the fishing line snapping with strange noises. He slowly adjusted his body, trying to stand up.
But the big fish didn't think that way. The fishing line on the surface of the sea was pulled left and right, and Ye Cheng was also dragged along.
Fortunately, the system's product is of high quality, and the fishing rod and line can still withstand it.
"It's stable! It's stable! There's hope!"
"This is just the first step. It will take who knows how long to play the fish. If it weren't a competition, it would be fine, but this is a competition. I don't know if this guy can last that long."
"Hehe, anyway, my longest was 40 minutes. Later I was too tired and the fish pulled me away."
"40 minutes is good, buddy. If someone took over, you would definitely get up by now."
"This is a competition, you can't make substitutions, I don't think this guy is in good shape."
Time passed second by second, and the black figure on the distant sea was pulled up from the deep sea, its shadow visible in the sunlight.
Just then, Ye Cheng felt the tension on the fishing line lessen slightly. Without thinking much about it, he immediately stood up.
"Push your waist up, push it up on your waist!" The fishermen watching from behind began to give loud instructions.
Ye Cheng, taking advice seriously, adjusted his grip, placed the fishing rod against his waist, and then tried to hook the fish.
The fishing rod was finally pulled from a straight line into an arc, but with that came a greater force transmitted through the rod.
Ye Cheng felt a sharp pain in his abdomen from being pushed so hard. Damn it, if it weren't for his eight-pack abs pushing against him, his stomach would probably have been punctured.
Catching big fish isn't always a good thing; if they get away, you'll lose a lot of money.
Before they knew it, it was already 1 p.m., and Ye Cheng had been fighting the fish for almost 20 minutes.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw a dark shadow move in the distance and plunge back into the deep sea.
"Watch out, buddy, that fish's about to pounce." A kind warning came from behind.
The guy on number 26 was so disturbed by the noise that he lost all interest in fishing. He simply reeled in his line and squatted down to watch intently, occasionally offering some pointers.
"Stay calm, stay calm, be careful!"
With his elder brother's exclamation, Ye Cheng felt his body lighten as he was pulled back towards the sea.
"Step on it, step on that rock!" Brother No. 26 shouted, pointing to a protruding spot in front of him.
Ye Cheng glanced at the rock, shifted his foot along the force, braced his right foot against the rock, and leaned back as far as possible, finally managing to steady himself again.
"Damn it, that was really strong," Ye Cheng said, panting heavily.
With the support of this stone, Ye Cheng felt much more relaxed. No matter how much the fish was being pulled, he focused on stepping on it.
After a stalemate of 5 minutes, the pulling force on my hands lessened again.
Ye Cheng's tense nerves relaxed a little, and his palms throbbed slightly. He looked down and saw that even though the fishing rod was very smooth, his palms were still red from the friction.
"Little Tiger, wrap me up in a cloth." Ye Cheng called out to the person behind him.
Xiao Hu responded. Since there was no more cloth left, he simply took off his short-sleeved shirt, cut it into strips with the knife, and ran over to tie Ye Cheng's hands together.
The muscles in my arms are starting to ache; this means I've overexerted myself.
The afternoon sun grew increasingly scorching, and the onlookers had already sought refuge in the shade, but Ye Cheng had nowhere to hide.
"Bring me my Coke, I need to have some to replenish my energy."
Taking advantage of the stalemate, Ye Cheng quickly drank two large gulps of cola. Although it was no longer ice-cold, the cola still gave him a boost of energy.
It was already 1:30.
He tried reeling in the line and successfully brought the big fish a little closer to the shore.
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