Chapter 162 - 132: Hundred Pounds of Sturgeon_3
"What is the anchor doing now, pushing the float so high? Has he given up struggling?"
"Master Lin is probably adjusting his fishing technique, studying the several unsuccessful attempts he just had."
"Possibly, but by pushing it that high, the float is almost useless, with half of the main line lying on the bottom. What’s the point?"
Lin Yang didn’t have time to explain to his online viewers what this was all for, as after pushing up the float, he replaced the bait and cast it again.
As the bait hit the water, just as the viewers in the live stream had guessed, the main line bent too much and the float completely shot up; pushing the float up any further would likely render it unable to even stand.
With the float maintaining this odd arrangement of the line setup, Lin Yang quietly waited for the float that had led him to miss several times before to continue its course.
After a minute, there were no signs of a sinking float motion. The fully exposed float standing tall suddenly bobbed vigorously, pulling the float under in an exaggerated fashion.
Seeing this, Lin Yang lifted his rod to set the hook.
He hit it this time!
The force transmitted from underwater surpassed any fish he had faced before. Its speed of fleeing wasn’t fast, but it carried an unmatched posture.
The fish hook felt as if it had caught the back of a steadily charging bull; the 8.1-meter Hanlong Pole was bent bit by bit, then pushed down further, quickly reaching a dangerous angle, soon it would turn into a tug-of-war.