The battle grew increasingly intense, and both entered a frenzy of fishing.

Almost every half minute, they caught a fish.

Shami had to admire the old man in front of him.

The reason he kept catching fish was because of Fishmen allies at the lake bottom.

But the old man's continuous success relied purely on his superb fishing skills.

Weasley was now sweating profusely.

He had already resorted to using a specially made bait with some magic aura to fish.

In terms of bait, he was secretly cheating.

Yet, how could matters between fishermen be considered cheating?

He was merely catering to the fish's preferences, crafting baits with magic that, when placed in the water, emitted a scent-like allure, making it easier for fish to bite, increasing the chances of a catch.

Moreover, being the fish involved, none of the fish complained.

Thus, it was still a fair competition.

However, despite this, their rate of catching fish was almost the same, and Weasley could clearly feel that he was at a disadvantage.

Every time he caught a fish, the black-haired young man nearby would catch one almost simultaneously, one that was a few pounds heavier, consistently overshadowing his results.

At this level, he had already lost.

Weasley was silent for a while, deciding to change his strategy.

If he couldn't gain an advantage in weight, then he would beat his opponent with species variety.

Catching a fish the size of an arm and catching an extremely rare fish have the same shocking effect.

The float moved.

Weasley reeled in a bright red fish.

The old face showed a youthful smile.

"A wild rosy bitterling, with unique pigments inside that can be collected and made into rouge. Such a fish is rare and can't be matched by weight alone."

Shami, hearing this, immediately understood that the victory conditions of the competition had changed.

A new round of competition began.

He signaled the red Fishmen at the lake bottom.

"I also caught a fish! It's a super rare, scaleless giant white fish!"

Shami reeled in a large white fish, beaten by the red Fishmen until its scales were all gone, still bleeding.

"It's obvious this fish was bitten to this state! It's barely alive! Is there a fish brawl happening underwater?"

Weasley, being a Great Mage and experienced in fishing, was puzzled at this moment.

"Or does such a fish really exist...?"

But the competition waits for no one, and within seconds, Weasley's float moved again.

Weasley pulled in a long gray fish, with a large, flat mouth and a laterally compressed body, grinning uncontrollably.

"It's actually a Crystal Sturgeon! This fish demands extremely clean water conditions. Only the most pristine lakes can nurture such fish, with delicious meat, and if made into a specimen, it looks as translucent as crystal. This fish is said to be one of the hardest to encounter."

Weasley looked proudly at Shami.

Sounds impressive.

A clean lake must have a lot to do with the red Fishmen.

After gaining the [Environmental Guardian: The red fish developed an environmental awareness and will pay extra attention to environmental issues in their habitat] last time, he often saw the red Fishmen cleaning the lake environment.

Shami signaled with his eyes to the red Fishmen in the lake, and the red Fishmen immediately looked around.

Soon after, Shami reeled in a fish skeleton.

"Oh, it's actually a bone fish."

"It's obviously a fish that's been gnawed clean, nothing but bones! Can't even tell the species anymore! Why would such a thing take the bait?"

Weasley questioned with a twitching corner of the mouth.

Shami had already started casting the bait again, speeding up.

From a certain perspective, being able to catch such things left a trace of suspense in the competition.

Both entered the final showdown.

Weasley, full of passion, hadn't experienced such a strong desire for victory since becoming a Great Mage. The dopamine rush felt exhilarating, like being young again.

Weasley cast his rod fiercely.

The clear lake surface gradually became shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

Weasley caught a thumb-sized black fish, ugly in appearance.

"Caught one! It's an Arctic Catfish that carries its own chill, originating from the Northern Realm. It exudes coldness and has a fierce temperament, often snatching other fish's food while releasing coldness, taunting other fish. Didn't expect to encounter one here."

Shami caught a fish with a streamlined body, blue-gray back, silver-white belly, and blue fins.

"I caught one too, it should be a Lake Tuna."

"Wait, that's not a freshwater fish, is it? This guy lives in the ocean, right?"

"That's why it has the 'Lake' prefix."

"Adding a prefix doesn't change anything!"

Weasley then caught a small golden fish, his eyebrows briefly lifted in excitement.

The small fish was very beautiful and seemed to glow.

"It's actually a Nightlight Fish! It's said these fish originate from the Elf Forest. At night, the Nightlight Fish's body gently glows. Keeping one at home feels like a Luminous Pearl swimming in your fish tank, incredibly rare. Recently, the price of a Nightlight Fish in Saint Karno City has reached 200 Gold Coins each."

Weasley took a deep breath.

It was time to end; having caught the Nightlight Fish, it was time to bring this competition to a close.

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