As expected.
After retracting about 10 meters of the line, the big fish started another round of exertion.
The tip of the rod protruding from the water jerked forward, as the fish madly dashed towards the deeper water.
It surged forward more than 30 meters, and not only was the rope lost during the retraction insufficient, but it had also extended by an additional 10 meters, leaving about only 30 meters of extra rope in the box.
"Uncle, do we have any more Losing Hand Ropes? If not, get another one. Given how forcefully it's surging, I'm afraid 50 meters won't be enough," Lin Yang said, planning ahead.
"No worries, I'll go ask Wang Bo for more. He's got some. Hold on tight!" Yang Xincheng tossed out a sentence and dashed towards Wang Bo.
Soon, Yang Xincheng returned with an even larger box of Losing Hand Rope, asking with concern, "How's it going? How many times has it surged? About how much rope is left in the box now?"