HDRDTH -Chapter 67 A Two-Jin Bodyweight, a Hundred-Jin Temper

“Buzz——”

The tip of the titanium alloy fishing rod suddenly plunged toward the water surface, emitting sharp metallic cracking sounds.

Yu Xian gripped the rod handle with both hands like iron clamps. His plastic flip-flops slid backward in the mud, carving out two deep trenches.

His eyebrows shot up, and the muscles in his arms tightened like lumps of steel.

“Dad! Big one! Definitely a big one!”

Wang Dafu was so excited he was jumping up and down behind him. He grabbed a special large landing net with a one-meter diameter and rushed forward.

The onlookers on the shore instantly erupted.

“Look! Master Yu’s rod is bent into a full bow! This looks like Genghis Khan drawing a bow to shoot an eagle!”

“That pull is wrong! Don’t tell me he hooked another military piece again?”

Even the broadcast helicopter in the sky lowered its altitude, its rotor wash rippling the water surface.

Not far away, Wang Fei tightened her carbon-fiber rod. Behind her sunglasses, her brows were deeply furrowed.

Judging by Yu Xian’s posture—like he was about to snap his belt—the thing underwater had to weigh at least a hundred jin!

At that moment above the water, Yu Xian was fully engaged, ready to battle this “hundred-jin giant” for three hundred rounds.

The crowd onshore completely exploded.

The leader of the so-called “Jiangcheng Air Force Headquarters” squad threw his carbon rod to the ground, dropped to his knees in the mud.

“The Fishing God has descended! This is definitely the Fishing God!”

“That little tilapia just now must’ve been a scapegoat—the real boss is underneath!”

“Master, I bow to you! Please bless my hook!”

Meanwhile, the group of tech experts in plaid shirts had begun questioning reality itself.

The leading PhD stared at the rapidly fluctuating red curve on the industrial measuring device, his lenses filled with panic.

“Something’s wrong! This defies basic physics!”

“The instantaneous pull has exceeded 80 kilograms, and the underwater resistance coefficient is fluctuating like a sine wave!”

“That’s not a fish tail movement—it looks more like… a multi-axis mechanical structure struggling!”

“Quick! Record everything! We’re witnessing a miracle in materials mechanics!”

The forensic experts were calm and stern in contrast. An old detective tore open the cordon and reached for his radio.

“All units, attention!”

“The underwater resistance shows clear ‘biological lag’ characteristics, with irregular bubble emissions!”

“I suspect what Mr. Yu hooked is not a fish, but a long-submerged heavy contraband—or some discarded metal container!”

“Medical team, bring stretchers forward! Prepare for possible ‘excavation’ scene!”

In the helicopter above, the host’s voice became sharp with excitement.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Do you see it!”

“Master Yu’s silhouette stands like an immortal sculpture in the sunset!”

“One side is the diva’s calm as a still pond, the other is the master’s wild frenzy!”

“Is this a distortion of humanity, or the downfall of bait? Stay tuned!”

Wang Fei’s fan group looked at each other in confusion. A stylish girl shrank her neck.

“The producer Miss Wang hired… is he really not escaped from a mental hospital?”

“He looks like he’s about to fish the entire planet out of the water!”

At this moment, five meters underwater, diver Lao Hei was experiencing the most desperate moment of his career.

The heavy treble hook was like a poisonous spike, firmly piercing the nylon strap on his diving vest.

Before he could react, a force comparable to a tractor starting up transmitted through the fishing line.

“Gluuuurrrr—”

Lao Hei was yanked straight up from the seabed like a pulled radish!

He flailed wildly underwater, spitting bubbles in panic.

“Quick! Pull Lao Hei back!”

The dive team leader shouted over the radio.

The other three divers panicked out of their minds and rushed over.

Ah Qiang grabbed Lao Hei’s waist, Da Liu grabbed Ah Qiang’s ankle, and the last one tried to anchor himself to a rock.

All four formed a human chain, attempting to use their combined weight and friction to resist Yu Xian on shore.

But they had underestimated the raw “fighting power” of a fifty-year-old soul unleashed in fishing mode.

Could four floating men compare to a submarine? To a pirate ship?

On shore, Yu Xian leaned back sharply, body arched like a bowstring, and yanked the rod with brutal force.

A tsunami-like strength surged underwater.

Ah Qiang, still holding Lao Hei, was flipped over in the water.

The three divers kicked frantically, but under Yu Xian’s rhythmic, left-right jerking technique, they were like sardines in a washing machine—completely unable to keep up with Lao Hei’s dragging speed.

“This guy isn’t fishing—this is tactical special operations!”

Da Liu was whipped away and slammed into a rocky pile, almost cracking his mask.

The three of them spun helplessly in the water, watching Lao Hei get dragged like a kite flying wildly through layers of water.

“Help… help me…”

Lao Hei’s vision spun.

His teammates waved desperately in the distance, but could only watch him being dragged deeper and deeper.

Fortunately, the water near shore was deep enough that he wasn’t exposed to the surface.

But Yu Xian’s force came in waves. The water level grew shallower, and the light above began stabbing into Lao Hei’s eyes.

He knew if he didn’t act, he would be pulled straight to the surface.

Holding his last breath, he finally waited for a brief slack in the fishing line during Yu Xian’s next pull.

For half a second, the line loosened.

Lao Hei seized the moment, clamped onto a rock crevice, stabilizing himself as he staggered.

From his waist net bag, he pulled out the nearly suffocated small tilapia.

With trembling hands, he aimed it at the massive hook…

And, eyes shut tight—

He slammed it onto the hook with all his strength.

Taking advantage of the moment when the hook pierced the fish’s mouth, he twisted with all his strength during that half-second of slack and finally managed to wrench the barbed hook out of the nylon strap.

The instant it came free, Lao Hei collapsed into the mud like a deflated balloon, lying motionless.

The other three divers finally swam over in a miserable scramble.

All four lay side by side in the mud, chests heaving violently, staring at the small fish that had “whoosh” escaped upward. Their eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

But then, suddenly, the fishing rod above lost tension.

“Slack! The fish has no strength left!”

Yu Xian was overjoyed. He immediately stepped forward and frantically reeled in.

Swoosh!

With his final powerful lift, a dark shadow burst out of the water, tracing a completely careless arc through the air, before landing with a dull thud in the grass on the shore.

The entire scene fell dead silent. More than two thousand eyes stared at the grass patch.

Inside lay something still weakly twitching its tail.

A fish. Visually, it was no more than two and a half jin—its scales were missing in several places, and it looked severely malnourished.

It lay in the grass, barely biting onto a heavy metal lure almost the size of its head, looking utterly lifeless and defeated.

“…That’s it?”

Wang Dafu froze completely, still holding the giant landing net large enough to fit a pig.

The most devastated were the tech experts. They stared at their laptops, then at the freshly calculated data, and began tearing at their hair.

“The peak pulling force clearly exceeded 50 kilograms! How does a two-jin fish produce that kind of force? I don’t believe it! Unless it underwent nuclear fission underwater!”

Yu Xian stood there in his reeling posture, looking like he had just swallowed something disgusting.

He stared at his trembling titanium rod, then at the tiny tilapia on the ground.

He was not convinced.

The struggle he felt underwater—the sudden changes in direction, the stubborn resistance, the intensity that refused to give up even in death—absolutely felt like a powerful opponent. How did it turn into this thing after surfacing?

At that moment, Wang Fei couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

“Master Yu, looks like the fish down there has quite the temper. Two jin of weight, but a hundred jin of attitude.”

She walked over slowly, her tone full of undisguised mockery.

“According to our bet… size comparison.”

“Your catch… probably can’t even compare to my bait.”

Yu Xian clenched his jaw and said nothing. He picked up the miserable little tilapia and casually tossed it into the grass, where it twitched twice and went still.

Wang Dafu stood awkwardly with his massive net, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

The tech experts were still obsessing over how a two-jin fish could generate fifty kilograms of force.

“Alright, bait comparison it is.”

Yu Xian turned around, wiping mud from his face with his bandaged left hand.

He opened the black ebony box and reached into the bottom compartment.

With a metallic clink, a 200-gram heavy casting metal lure was pinched between his fingers.

Three thickened reinforced treble hooks hung below it, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

“I’ve fished for decades. I don’t know what it means to lose.”

He attached the heavy lure to the titanium alloy rod with a sharp snap.

Wang Dafu hurried forward, his face scrunched up in worry.

“Dad, your hand’s injured. If you can’t reel it back, what then? And that underwater situation earlier felt… off. Maybe we should call it a day?”

Yu Xian kicked him away.

“Shut up and get the net ready!”

He stepped forward, planted his right foot firmly into the soft mud, and lowered his center of gravity.

His bandaged left hand gripped the rod, blood already seeping through again.

His right arm swung up.

Swoosh—

A sharp tearing sound sliced through the air as the heavy lure shot straight toward the deepest part of the reservoir.

Not far away, Wang Fei’s eyelid twitched behind her sunglasses. She silently prayed for the divers underwater, mentally calling on every deity she could think of.

Meanwhile, five meters underwater, beside a muddy pile of abandoned steel bars and rocks—

Lao Hei lay sprawled in the sludge, his face pale blue-white behind his mask, breathing heavily as bubbles streamed upward.

Ah Qiang, Da Liu, and another diver swam over and pulled him up.

Ah Qiang gestured: “Boss, the shore operator is pushing us. We need to quickly rig that 70-jin big carp and finish the job.”

Lao Hei waved weakly, breathing hard through the comms.

“This job is not human work.”

“That guy up there is definitely cheating! The force nearly ripped my waist apart! Ten years in this field and I’ve never seen fishing used to fly people like kites!”

Da Liu patted his shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

The four turned to locate Wang Fei’s thin fishing line and retrieve the biggest fish from the nearby net.

Just as Lao Hei steadied himself—

A sharp slicing sound erupted above them.

The water around them suddenly turned violent.

Thud!

A massive pressure wave crashed downward.

Lao Hei instinctively looked up.

A black shadow filled his vision instantly.

The 200-gram heavy metal lure, with its three sharp reinforced treble hooks, slammed directly into the protective strap of his oxygen tank valve.

Click.

A metallic impact rang out.

The hooks sank like poisonous fangs into the thick nylon webbing—completely stuck.

Lao Hei looked down at the line running across his shoulder. His eyes nearly popped out behind his mask.

He opened his mouth and screamed into the comms in a broken, high-pitched voice:

“Again?!”