As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up
Chapter 453 - Chapter 453 Chapter 312 The Dragon King of the Deep Sea

Chapter 453: Chapter 312: The Dragon King of the Deep Sea Chapter 453: Chapter 312: The Dragon King of the Deep Sea The long-missed hunt had certainly stirred a surge of excitement in Chu Mingcheng.

He put on his wetsuit, strapped on a headlamp, took a wooden spear gun with a range of 1.2 meters, and jumped into the water from the aft deck.

He wore the headlamp because the tuna were located more than two hundred meters under the sea, where light could not reach, making it very dark.

Chu Mingcheng’s naked eyes couldn’t penetrate the murky depths of the underwater world.

Once he activated the diving mode on his dive watch, he headed directly towards the tuna.

The water pressure wasn’t too strong at a depth of over two hundred meters, so he didn’t take off his watch.

After a short while, Chu Mingcheng arrived at the bottom of the sea.

As expected, there was nothing but sand and silt on the sea floor.

From time to time, some sparse aquatic plants could be seen, making the area look a little less desolate.

There weren’t many fish on this part of the seabed, only the occasional few, but there were plenty of small Spider Crabs.

Chu Mingcheng, constantly enlarging the map of the Bluefin Tuna, observed their swimming patterns, making it easy for him to locate a pair of tuna swimming together.

At the moment, they were hunting the small Spider Crabs, gobbling them up one by one.

The Spider Crabs’ much-prized shells couldn’t withstand the biting force of the tuna–crushed with one bite, the crabs were swallowed after just two or three bites, leaving only a few drifting legs.

Chu Mingcheng had no interest in these small Spider Crabs since he had already caught them before and gained experience for his aquatic species logbook. So he quickly focused on the tuna.

Both Bluefin Tuna were over two meters in size.

However, only one of them was noticeably fatter, while the other’s fat content seemed quite average, with quality that was visibly lacking.

A pig is ready for slaughter when it’s fat, and the lean one certainly needs more rearing; the same principle applies to fish.

Chu Mingcheng loaded his spear gun and quickly approached the feeding tuna.

His presence didn’t pressure the tuna at all, as they showed no signs of panic when he drew near.

It made sense, after all; tuna are dominators of the sea, and there aren’t many marine animals that pose a threat to them.

So humans, an unfamiliar species, didn’t evoke any fear in them.

This in turn made the tuna move slowly, which facilitated Chu Mingcheng’s hunt.

He raised the spear gun and aimed; at a distance of about five meters, he decisively pulled the trigger.

The spear flew out with a “whoosh,” hitting the fatter Bluefin Tuna squarely.

The point of impact was quite good, just above the pectoral fin, which likely inflicted a serious wound.

The sudden attack scared off the other, much leaner Bluefin Tuna, whose burst of speed left Chu Mingcheng in awe.

Because he had merely blinked, and the tuna had vanished from sight, not even a tail to be seen.

It was no wonder that during fishing, the tuna could reel out hundreds of meters of line in a short burst.

However, the Bluefin Tuna that had been hit by the spear was also desperately trying to escape and thrash about, dragging Chu Mingcheng along with enough force that he had to exercise control.

Of course, this was because he wasn’t exerting too much strength; he wanted to avoid enlarging the wound to prevent the surrounding flesh from dying, which would affect the value of the tuna.

The Bluefin Tuna was seriously injured and couldn’t get far.

The other Bluefin Tuna was not Chu Mingcheng’s target, so he simply held onto the fishing line, slowly draining the fish’s strength.

After just five or six minutes, the tuna, due to its wounds, began to slow down.

Perhaps struggling to breathe, it instinctively started to swim upward.

Seeing his moment, Chu Mingcheng swam over and got behind the tuna, then plunged his diving knife fiercely into its head.

The tuna twitched reflexively, desperately flapping its tail to move, in its final struggle.

Chu Mingcheng held the fish by the pectoral fin in one hand and the knife in the other, riding the tuna slowly up to the middle layer of the water.

By the time they reached this level, the tuna had run out of energy and was barely breathing, no longer moving.

Thus, it became Chu Mingcheng dragging the fish as he swam towards the surface, then back onto the Sea God.

The whole process, from changing into his wetsuit to dragging the fish back, only took seventeen minutes.

Afterwards, Chu Mingcheng measured the tuna; it was two meters and thirty-two centimeters in length.

After he bled it and removed the innards, the tuna still weighed two hundred forty-three pounds–a very decent weight.

Indeed, for him, the efficiency of hunting far surpassed that of fishing.

He placed the fish in the cold storage, wiped dry with a towel, and without changing back into his clothes, went straight to the cockpit to seek the second hunting spot.

The second destination was for five Big-eyed Gold Spearfish, perfectly meeting the customer’s requested number.

But since Chu Mingcheng had chosen to hunt, he would certainly select the products carefully.

Of the five Big-eyed Gold Spearfish, only two appeared fatter, each weighing over two hundred seventy pounds.

Even with the help of his “external cheat,” Chu Mingcheng still needed quite some time to pick nine tuna of satisfactory quality.

By eight o’clock at night, he finally landed the eighth tuna; there was only one Bluefin Tuna left.

Every tuna he had hunted that day weighed over two hundred pounds but not more than three hundred fifty.

Although the quality was quite good, it seemed a bit of a stretch for settling accounts with Wei Jiaguo.

According to Wei’s character, only a true behemoth would satisfy him.

Chu Mingcheng set a small goal for himself, to hunt a Bluefin weighing above five hundred pounds.