As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 579 - 356: Challenging the Giant Nile Crocodile_2

Chapter 579: Chapter 356: Challenging the Giant Nile Crocodile_2

A Pearl Chicken could suffice for a person’s meal, but for a Nile Crocodile of such substantial size, it was barely a snack.

Another one arrived; how could it resist?

It crawled at a lazy pace again to devour this delicious Pearl Chicken.

At this moment, the Saltwater Crocodile was about twenty meters from Chu Mingcheng, and everyone on the hunting vehicle watched this massive beast intently.

As the Nile Crocodile devoured the Pearl Chicken again, Chu Mingcheng tossed a third Pearl Chicken on his hook, clearly not intending to let it get any closer.

The crocodile didn’t hesitate, but this time, there was a problem.

After biting down twice, a sudden sharp pain spread through its mouth.

Its biting force was strong, and two bites drove the sharp, thick fishhook deep into its upper jaw, even lodging it into the bone.

The sharp pain instantly drove the Nile Crocodile mad as it thrashed its head around, causing the fishing rod to bend severely, squeaking violently under the strain.

"Heh!" Chu Mingcheng braced the fishing rod against his stomach, using both hands to forcefully resist this immense power.

The muscles in his arms bulged, stretching his clothes out of shape, suddenly transforming him into a muscular hunk.

"Wow!" The Hunter and driver exclaimed in astonishment, faces filled with disbelief.

A human actually resisted the immense strength of a giant crocodile, even if ropes tied him to the hunting vehicle to stabilize his body, it was still admirable.

Of course, relying on the hunting vehicle was an illusion; in reality, Chu Mingcheng’s strength was all his own.

The excruciating pain inside the Nile Crocodile’s mouth made it unbearable, finally causing it to resort to its ultimate move, the death roll.

The fishing line immediately twisted countless times, but due to the line’s elasticity and the crocodile’s large size draining its energy with each roll, it had no effect.

Of course, the fishing line would break if twisted to a limit; it was a matter of who would give up first.

For the next while, both parties engaged in a tug-of-war.

The Nile Crocodile wanted to escape back into the water, but Chu Mingcheng firmly held on, not allowing it to return.

If the crocodile got back into the water, it would be like a fish back in water, and with all the crocodiles in the river, it would be difficult to pull it up again, even if Chu Mingcheng activated his Poseidon mode.

More likely, the fuss created by the struggling crocodile would attract other crocodiles to attack, eventually leading to it being torn apart.

After resisting for half an hour, the Nile Crocodile had exhausted much of its stamina.

Possibly realizing it couldn’t return to the water, its ferocity was fully triggered, and it charged straight at Chu Mingcheng.

The Hunter immediately raised his hunting rifle in readiness, while Jiang Luoluo was also extremely nervous.

Chu Mingcheng was calm because this situation had already been considered; his long, heavy spear was for just such an occasion.

As long as one doesn’t lose courage and has a long iron rod or wooden stick, crocodiles truly aren’t to be feared.

Even if subduing it wasn’t possible, safely retreating was still no problem.

At least, those Crocodile Hunters in South Africa and Australia who catch crocodiles with their bare hands are truly impressive, even though many still perish in the jaws of crocodiles each year.

Chu Mingcheng freed his right hand to pick up the spear next to him, striking the Nile Crocodile’s forehead forcefully with it first, then stepping back twice.

The rope tied to him was long, giving a ten-meter distance between him and the hunting vehicle, not hindering his movements.

The blow dazed the Nile Crocodile a bit, making it instinctively lift its head to bite at the spear, but it snapped at thin air and stopped moving.

Before it could react, the spear came crashing down a second time, smashing directly into its nose and shattering it.

This pain far exceeded the foreign object in its mouth, causing the Nile Crocodile to roll over in agony on the spot.

However, as it rolled over, the swift and agile Chu Mingcheng was already holding the spear vertically high above his head, and the next moment he forcefully thrust the spear downward.

With a "plop" sound, the spear pierced deeply through the crocodile’s throat.

Chu Mingcheng then quickly grabbed the fishing rod and ran back, jumping onto the vehicle and signaling the driver, "Back up quickly, it’s gone mad!"

The driver, waking from his shock, quickly started the vehicle’s reverse gear.

True enough, the grievously wounded Nile Crocodile soon shook off the spear lodged in its body then charged towards Chu Mingcheng as blood poured profusely.

But after running only about twenty meters, it collapsed heavily to the ground and could not get up again.

Seeing this, the driver stopped the car without backing up further.

Chu Mingcheng then picked up the rifle and gave the crocodile a final shot.

Normally, they could wait for the crocodile to die completely, but they were in the wild, and the scent of blood could attract other carnivores at any time, so they had to quickly move the crocodile back.

Having enjoyed the process of hunting crocodiles, Chu Mingcheng felt his trip to Tanzania was now complete without regrets.

Not to mention Jiang Luoluo, who had shot quite a few birds over the past few days and had plenty of chicken to eat back on the ship.

They took all their catches, except for the leopard and zebra meat which was sold at a low price.

Jiang Luoluo also sent some Pearl Chicken and quail back to his country, including crocodile meat and wild buffalo meat.

These meats had legal certificates and could be sent domestically, being that the quantities weren’t large.

Leaving the reserve and returning to the coastal city, the two used the money from the meat sale to buy a lot of fruits and vegetables, and then returned to the ship with their considerably fatter dogs.

They first cleaned thoroughly, aired out the bedding, and then resumed their journey.

Due to Tanzania’s geographical location, Chu Mingcheng had to change their next part of the journey.

They had planned to visit Mauritius, but now going there would mean taking a long detour.

So in the end, he decided to go directly through the Mozambique Channel between Madagascar and Mozambique to head to South Africa for supplies.

They didn’t plan to stop in South Africa because there was a long journey from South Africa to Antarctica.

They had been delayed in Tanzania for quite some time, and it was already late August, nearing September.

They needed to reach Antarctica within three months and then stay there.

Perhaps it wouldn’t take three months from South Africa to Antarctica, but unpredictable situations at sea often occur, and it was normal to allocate more time for the journey.

Moreover, the Mozambique Channel had many well-known seafoods, all of which were Chu Mingcheng’s targets. His next part of the journey wasn’t just about hurrying; he needed to fish his way through.

The Hei Yao sailed for a day and a half and then entered the Mozambique Channel.

As soon as they entered, a group of small wooden boats appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

Seeing a luxurious sailboat approaching, one of the black men immediately gestured as if asking them to stop.

"Ah Cheng, what are they doing? The leader seems to be asking us to stop?" Jiang Luoluo, inside the cockpit, saw the scene and asked, confused.

"Ignore them, just go straight through," Chu Mingcheng explained and instead of stopping, he even sped up to push through.

These small wooden boats had propellers, and their speed could outpace his sailboat for a short duration.

There was no way to detour; they had to push through directly.

Seeing the giant luxurious sailboat not only didn’t stop but was charging straight toward them,

the initially intercepting black fishermen quickly scattered to avoid being hit.

The Mozambique Channel is a very important economic waterway, unlike the Malacca Strait; it isn’t under anyone’s jurisdiction.

So, even if these fishermen were hit and killed, they would have deserved it, and no one would stand up for them.

Seeing the sailboat pass, Jiang Luoluo finally exhaled, "What were those people doing blocking here? I always felt they were up to no good."

"They simply intercept passing boats and then try to sell fish at high prices!" Although Chu Mingcheng was also encountering this situation for the first time, he had heard of it before.

"This happens quite a lot in Southeast Asia, it’s fine if you don’t stop, but if you do and get surrounded, it’s a hassle. If you don’t buy, they won’t let you go, and even more excessive things might happen."

"I see!" Jiang Luoluo realized, "This isn’t much different from robbery, is it?"

"They are at most extortionists. You pay and you’ll be fine, but if it were pirates, it would all depend on luck," Chu Mingcheng laughed.

These people, unlike pirates who are like murderers, are only after money and generally don’t harm lives.

Of course, there are exceptions, depending on whether the person steering the boat is foolish or not.

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