Chapter 372: Chapter 242: Finally Catching a Bluefin

Tuna can only breathe while swimming, so after gulping down a chunk of fish, they swim another dozen or so meters forward before turning back around.

With each mouthful, it was all fish. The food piled at the bottom was nearly gone in just two passes, but this was far from enough to satisfy their hunger. They began to slowly feed on the bait still sinking through the water, until they encountered the one on the hook.

Gu Nan was still tossing out chunks of fish when, in the next instant, he saw the leftmost rod suddenly bend, the reel screaming with a high-pitched ZZZZZT.

The fishing line spooled out at an incredible speed. The handle spun into a blur, and the drum reel’s drag seemed to do nothing to stop the tuna’s escape.

"Fish on! Fish on!" Yi Chen shouted, rushing over to reel in the other two empty lines.

The live stream chat exploded. They had actually hooked a tuna! The viewer count shot up as word spread, and many fans who hadn’t known about the evening stream were now rushing to join.

The moment Yi Chen shouted, Gu Nan had already grabbed the rod with both hands and yanked it upward. His reflexes were lightning fast.

The rod tip whipped upwards with a SWOOSH.

"Heh... More than two hundred jin. Could even be three hundred." Lifting the rod to set the hook let him gauge the fish’s size by feel, and a grin spread across his face.

’The bigger the fish, the more money I make. If this is a bluefin, I’m going to make a killing.’

’With any luck, it could sell for two or three hundred thousand. It would take me a long time to earn that much under normal circumstances.’

"You hooked one so fast?" An Jun asked in surprise. ’I was the first one to start chumming, how is that fair?’

Just as he was about to complain further, his own rod started to move. The line began to peel off the reel just as quickly.

Startled, he quickly pressed the button, and the large electric reel immediately engaged. But the reel, supposedly powerful enough to pull in a two-hundred-jin beast, was now completely helpless, unable to put up any resistance.

An Jun was no longer in the mood for showing off or idle chatter. Seeing the situation, he knew he was in for a sore back tonight, and probably tomorrow as well.

’Once this fish is sold,’ he thought, ’I’m definitely going to hole up in a massage parlor for a few days.’

Ye Jing, about ten meters away, was the last to get a hookup, but all that mattered was that he got one.

’Whether I go home and buy an electric scooter or a sedan all depends on what kind of tuna this is.’

Back on Gu Nan’s side, the fish had just been hooked and was in its initial, powerful burst. He didn’t take the rod out of the holder yet. Instead, he held it with one hand, his right hand pressing down on the handle to wear down the tuna’s energy as much as possible.

At the same time, he was judging the tuna’s strength, estimating when he could start fighting it head-on.

’With the line and hook draining the tuna’s stamina,’ Gu Nan believed, ’my chance to go all-in will come soon.’

However, the tuna ran, and it didn’t stop until it had pulled more than five hundred meters of line, pausing only for a moment to catch its breath.

In reality, fishing can be a bit tedious. Viewers in the live stream came and went, all waiting for Gu Nan to make his next move.

Quite a few sarcastic commenters were muted and kicked from the stream; only those who actually understood deep-sea fishing knew what he was doing.

But in the next moment, even the experienced fishermen in the chat couldn’t contain themselves.

[What’s the boss doing? It’s only been half an hour and he’s going head-to-head with the tuna? That thing is three hundred jin, how much do you weigh?]

[Whoa, is the boss about to get dragged into the sea? Are we about to witness a live-stream accident?]

[Yes, yes, yes! Finally some action! This is what I call exciting! What was all that waiting around before?]

There were astonished veteran anglers, and then there were those who just loved the drama.

Yi Chen, on the other hand, had complete faith in Gu Nan. She’d lost count of how many times she’d seen him fight huge fish. ’It’s only three hundred jin,’ she thought. ’Didn’t he catch an even bigger one during that fishing competition?’

Gu Nan had also chosen to fight it head-on, willing to expend the energy just to land the fish sooner.

’Seven icons mean seven fish,’ he thought. ’I don’t want to spend the whole night on just this one.’

He braced the rod against his belt and first gave it a vicious yank to sink the hook in deeper and more securely.

The tuna, feeling the pain, took off again. The immense force of the impact yanked Gu Nan right up to the ship’s gunwale, drawing a collective gasp from the live stream audience.

Yi Chen was startled too. Even though she trusted him, the sudden violence of it still made her heart pound.

But Gu Nan was long accustomed to this immense force. He braced his legs against the gunwale, adapting to the fish’s pull, then slightly loosened the locked drag before taking two steps back to plant himself firmly on the deck.

A tuna of nearly three hundred jin was no small matter. Even with his current physique, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

With the butt of the rod pressed against his abdomen, he began to forcefully pump the rod, reeling in line with each downward motion to haul the fish back.

When the fish made another run, he just held the rod, locking himself into a stalemate.

’I feel like I could keep pulling it in,’ he thought, ’but there’s no need.’

The fish was currently swimming back and forth more than five hundred meters out, but now that Gu Nan was personally fighting it, the drain on its stamina was undoubtedly much greater, making it extremely uncomfortable.

Overall, at this stage, the fight was still primarily a stalemate—a back-and-forth struggle between him and the tuna.

Another twenty-odd minutes passed. Gu Nan felt the pull from the rod lighten significantly.

He knew the tuna in the water was about done for. Now, it was his time to shine.

He took two steps back from the gunwale, braced the rod against his fighting belt, let out a sharp grunt, and once again began to pump the rod and reel in the line without stopping.

With every pull, the immense Power from his core would drag the great fish a meter closer. He’d then quickly turn the handle, taking back the line he’d just gained.

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