The Top Fishing

Lin Yang gritted his teeth and said, "If it hadn’t bitten, I’d have ignored it, but now that it has, it’s not getting away. I reckon this fish weighs at least fifty or sixty pounds."

For fairness, he was using a 7.2-meter standard rod this time, not his giant rod, otherwise, he would have just yanked it out of the water.

But now, he dared not use brute force, as doing so might break the rod, not only allowing the fish to escape but also wasting a lot of time.

Wang Feng: "Damn, that’s a huge catfish, almost a spirit by now."

The two chatted intermittently, the only way to get the fish ashore was to keep at it stoically; there were no shortcuts.

As time ticked away, minute by minute, it took them a full half hour to finally ease a bit.

The behemoth didn’t continue to struggle but just swam around underwater, probably knowing it was about to be played today.

"Too bad Master Wang isn’t livestreaming, otherwise, going to his stream and talking it up would probably make others green with envy."

"Master Wang and Master Lin are quite far apart, I wonder if Master Wang has caught any fish."

"He probably has. If he hadn’t, he would have sent a disciple to scout around by now."

"Is Master Lin going to sell this fish once it’s ashore? If he is, I’ll come haul it away right now."