As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up-Chapter 187 - 169: Fighting with the Golden Spear (5K)_2

Chapter 187: Chapter 169: Fighting with the Golden Spear (5K)_2

So, as long as you throw more money into it, more money will come running to you?

Chu Mingcheng thought there would be some kind of skilled operation involved, but it turned out to be so direct.

After understanding how it works, he picked up the frozen mackerel that the boat workers had brought over and tossed the chunks into the water, also helping Jiang Luoluo with some.

In just a short while, the two of them had thrown in bait worth about 500 yuan.

Jiang Luoluo washed her hands, sighing, “Ah Cheng, fishing for Golden Spearfish is so expensive! It feels like hunting is much better for you, no need for bait and you can save a lot each trip to sea.”

“That’s true, but hunting has far more restrictions than fishing.”

This is also why they say sea fishing is for the wealthy; the domestic environment isn’t like overseas, where legitimate fishermen don’t rely on sea fishing to make a living.

The bait had already been thrown into the water, so there was no need to keep chumming at the moment.

After waiting for about ten minutes, it was Chu Mingcheng’s fishing rod that showed signs of a bite first.

This slight movement indicated that the fish were tentatively touching the bait, not yet biting the hook.

Chu Mingcheng gripped the fishing rod with both hands, ready to react at any moment.

The next moment, the rod indeed plunged downward under his watchful eye and he immediately lifted it, then started to quickly reel in the line.

He had seized the initiative, catching the fish by surprise.

But as soon as the fish realized what was happening, Chu Mingcheng couldn’t budge the handle anymore.

The fishing line, instead of being pulled in, was rapidly being drawn out.

“Zzzzzz…”

The friction between the fishing line and the reel sounded just like a connection being made, and the thick fishing rod was pulled into an astonishingly deep bend. This fish was quite large, probably larger than last night’s Moonfish.

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The fish was swimming in a straight line outwards, and Jiang Luoluo was two fishing spots away from him, so there was no worry of crossed lines.

For the time being, Chu Mingcheng didn’t remove the fishing rod from the hole, as it would be irrational to contest the fish’s strength directly at the moment.

However, his left hand still held the rod while his right hand worked hard to reel in the line.

Turning the handle was like starting an old tractor, requiring a fast and vigorous cranking to get it going.

It was fine for a while, but if the “tractor” didn’t start after a long time, the person cranking might well collapse.

Chu Mingcheng was doing this because he didn’t want the fish to swim further away, otherwise one thousand meters of fishing line would not be enough for the Golden Spearfish to dash.

If the fish were allowed to run, the line would snap within minutes.

By this time, Jiang Luoluo was standing beside him, not daring to even breathe too loudly for fear of affecting him.

Chu Mingcheng himself had no idea how much time had passed, but his hands were getting sore.

Fortunately, he soon felt the fish’s strength start to wane, and the first burst of its energy was finally over.

Relieved, he immediately took the opportunity to remove the rod from the hole, placing it against his stomach to strap on for support.

The real confrontation was about to begin, and as a man accustomed to head-to-head battles, Chu Mingcheng relished this kind of one-on-one struggle.

Isn’t this where the real thrill of deep-sea fishing lies?

The biggest difference between hand poles and sea fishing rods is the fishing reel, and now Chu Mingcheng had the drag of the reel set to its maximum.

Yet he could hold his ground against the fish, unlike before when a mere hundred-pound catfish could drag him around, primarily because he only needed to resist the maximum drag of the reel.

If the strength of the fish exceeded the drag, the line would be pulled out, and this force would not overly affect Chu Mingcheng.

This is why using a hand pole can result in being dragged around by the fish, while with a reel, it’s possible to endure a standoff with a big fish.

The rod pressed against his belly, with each turn of the handle to reel in the line, the tip of the rod gradually lowered.

When the rod tip came parallel to the sea surface, Chu Mingcheng grabbed the rod and, using his waist strength, lifted the rod above his head.

Then he took the chance to turn the handle rapidly, retrieving several loops of line.

The hook was deeply embedded in the fish’s mouth and the sudden pull, causing the pained fish to instinctively swim towards the boat, slackened the taut fishing line a bit.

That slight slack gave the fish a glimpse of a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, before it could react, the line was reeled in again, becoming taut once more.

But it was not willing to give up and made another concerted effort.

Just as it had not gone far, another strong pull hit it in the mouth, causing pain.

It wanted to resist, yet was reeled back in again.

After a few repetitions of this, the fish didn’t regain much stamina, but it was much closer to the boat.

Sensing danger, it began another aggressive burst despite its dwindling strength.

“Ai ai ai~”

Caught off guard, Chu Mingcheng was pulled forward a few steps by the fish.

This burst of energy was so sudden that the reel couldn’t immediately dissipate most of it, and thus the force acted directly on the person holding the fishing rod.

Jiang Luoluo, standing next to him, got a fright and quickly came forward to wrap her arms around Chu Mingcheng’s waist, pulling him back.

With her help, Chu Mingcheng managed to steady himself and pressed down on the handle to slow the line being drawn out of the reel.

This was the fish’s second burst; if he could just last through this, the fish would be his.

Mixed-sex team work meant less fatigue; with Jiang Luoluo’s assistance, they easily weathered the fish’s second outburst.

“OK, Luoluo, you can let go now, this fish isn’t getting away!”

Jiang Luoluo released her grip, curious, “How big must this fish be to hold out against the two of us?”

Chu Mingcheng, fishing Golden Spearfish for the first time and lacking experience, shook his head and said, “Not sure, the Golden Spearfish’s bursts are so much stronger than the Moonfish from yesterday. It could be bigger than yesterday’s Moonfish, or about the same size.”