This way, the fish might keep running farther out, but it definitely won't be that easy.
The fishing line kept going out, slowly, loop after loop—if the fish is big, you just can't stop it.
After all, the line has its limits. Even if Chu Mingcheng was super strong, there's no way to just brute force a fish this big.
The fishing line vibrated at a high frequency, letting out an endless "woo woo woo" sound.
Ten minutes passed, and the monster in the water had already ripped more than a hundred meters of line out—Chu Mingcheng had no clue where the fish was, just a rough direction from the line.
A while later, the rod started trembling again, and some force was pulling the rod side to side in small swings.
Chu Mingcheng knew the fish was "washing its gills" again, trying to shake the hook out bit by bit through the movement of its muscles.
