As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 351 - Chapter 351 Chapter 283 Super Large Shoal of Fish_2

Chapter 351: Chapter 283 Super Large Shoal of Fish_2 Chapter 351: Chapter 283 Super Large Shoal of Fish_2 He was currently right in the midst of a yellowfin tuna school, surrounded entirely by golden spearfish that were all on the move.

Chu Mingcheng had captured the underwater scene with his camera before breaking the surface to breathe and ready his speargun for hunting.

Lately, he hadn’t been filming much while fishing, mostly forgetting it unless Jiang Luoluo specifically reminded him the day before yesterday; he would probably have forgotten again today.

However, because he was filming, Chu Mingcheng’s fishing actions were more standardized.

Especially the timing, as he couldn’t stay underwater too long.

Scanning with his speargun, Chu Mingcheng quickly picked out a plump yellowfin tuna.

Fishing leans towards fattiness, unlike selective fishing which differs from hunting.

The tuna was feeding at the time and swimming quickly.

These seventy to eighty-pound tuna were just over a meter long and incredibly agile in their movements.

Fortunately, they were confined within the range of the school, so Chu Mingcheng didn’t need to chase them.

After getting close to one of the tuna, he began to take aim.

The tuna at the edge of the school occasionally snatched a bite, looked back each time, and even though they were fast, they were predictable.

When the chubby yellowfin lunged towards the school again, Chu Mingcheng fired his speargun towards the front of the school.

The spear tore through the water in an instant, and then he saw the plump yellowfin stupidly run right into its path, using its head no less.

His prediction was accurate; the tuna was hit right in the head, instantly struggling violently as its blood stained the water red.

The nearby juvenile bluefin tunas and golden spearfish were all startled, the dense school immediately scattering, which made it easier for Chu Mingcheng to haul in the yellowfin.

He grabbed the line with both hands and kicked his legs to swim towards the surface.

Barely had his head emerged when he heard a shout from Zhang Wei on the White Dragon: “Ah Cheng, did you hit a fish?”

He was already scooping fish from the water with a net, of course not spearfish, but juvenile bluefin tunas.

The school was so dense that each scoop caught a bundle, meaning after a few more scoops, bait wouldn’t run short.

On the other side, Chen Yang was rigging lines, ready for yellowfin fishing after his setup.

“Absolutely hit, what efficiency!” Chu Mingcheng replied, his hands never stopping.

This yellowfin might be hefty but barely more than a hundred pounds. Having been shot in the head, it barely struggled before going still, dying very quickly.

Thus, he managed to easily pull the yellowfin to the surface and then swam back toward the boat.

“Mate, let’s have a yellowfin feast tonight!” Zhang Wei had seen the yellowfin he pulled up; its robust little body instantly made his mouth water.

“Sure, later you really need to try hard to catch a fatty.”

“Damn, aren’t you a bit cheeky asking this worker to provide the fish?”

“You’re not working for me. Do you even know how to hold a fish feast? Do you know how to kill a fish?”

“Damn, you got me there!”

After a few shouts, Chu Mingcheng had embarked on the boat already.

He stood at the stairs, caught the tail of the tuna, and hauled it up.

The tough skin of the tuna withstands friction but not bumps and impacts.

“We need someone to kill the fish!” Chu Mingcheng looked helplessly at the fish; with so many tunas in the water, it was uncertain when they might leave, so time was of the essence.

If they didn’t bleed the tuna immediately, the blood would quickly affect its quality.

Therefore, Chu Mingcheng had to grab the fillet knife, sever the fish’s arteries, then made two cuts at the tail to insert a water hose through the fish’s mouth to flush out blood from the tail-end.

But as soon as the hose was in place, he abandoned it and quickly gutted the fish, taking out its innards and dropping the knife to dive back into the water with them for more fishing.

Upon entering the water, Chu Mingcheng immediately discarded the innards and saw a group of tunas latching onto them, spitting them out and fighting over them.

The tuna on the boat was still being bled; the hose wasn’t as quick as holding it, but he needed to maximize his time.

His speargun reloaded, he quickly spotted another chunky fish.

With at least ten thousand tunas, there were too many to choose from.

After observing the fish’s movement twice and understanding it, he predicted again and successfully hit another tuna.

However, this shot landed on the back, close to the head but not a fatal hit.

The tuna struggled fiercely, its movement enough to drag Chu Mingcheng along.

Although it was only seventy to eighty pounds heavy, it wasn’t to be underestimated.

Chu Mingcheng had no intention of letting it exhaust its energy; the next moment, he grabbed the line with both hands and powered through, also swimming towards the surface.

As he surfaced, Zhang Wei, who had started fishing, shouted again, “Did you hit another fish, stocking up now?”

Chu Mingcheng extended a friendly gesture towards him without responding–shouting was too tiring.

He held the line and gradually pulled the tuna back.

The tuna was strong, but the strength of the line, combined with the barbs of the spear, meant he wasn’t worried about the fish escaping–it would only enlarge the wound.

But for efficiency, he had to sacrifice this aspect.

After about five or six minutes, he pulled the tuna close, embraced it, and stabbed it twice in the head with a diving knife.

The tuna’s mouth, which was already open, now gaped even wider.

Having dealt with this tuna, Chu Mingcheng quickly hugged it and swam back to the boat; the previous tuna was still slowly leaking blood, and most of the water in the hose had gone to waste.