Chapter 391: The Lost Art Returns to the Jianghu!

Brother Hu looked through his phone screen and saw what the fish looked like.

Startled, Brother Hu blurted out, “Holy crap! This fish is way too ugly. Let’s just throw it back.”

At the same time, Xiong Sheng also instinctively stopped him.

“Do you know how hard this fish is to catch? It’s extremely expensive.”

But as soon as he finished saying that, he realized he had misspoken.

Brother Hu immediately seized the flaw in his words.

“How hard can it be to catch? It’s just a Nian Swallow Fish. My Boss only threw out his line for what, two minutes? And it already bit the hook. This one’s gotta be farm-raised,” Brother Hu shouted exaggeratedly.

Xiao Gang, on his end, brought over the bucket and immediately placed it behind Wang Yun.

“Boss, everything’s ready.”

Wang Yun glanced back at the bucket’s position and shouted, “Everyone up! I’m about to land it!”

What he meant by “landing” was actually getting it into the bucket. This final step is often the most critical—and the most difficult—part of fishing.

When Xiong Sheng heard Wang Yun say that, he craned his neck forward.

His eyes stared unblinking as if the words “let’s see how you manage that” were written across his face.

Of course, Brother Hu had already captured this expression perfectly from every angle with his phone.

‘It’s just a fish. Come up here!’ Wang Yun muttered inwardly. 

Then, his wrist began exerting force. 

But instead of pulling the rod straight up, he started rapidly vibrating it from side to side. He was using a high-frequency wrist vibration technique to quickly separate the fish from the water’s resistance.

“You… you know how to shake the rod?!”

Xiong Sheng, seeing this scene, instantly lost composure.

He shouted out, directly stepping forward, practically trying to press his eyes up against Wang Yun’s hand.

“I know a lot more than just that.”

Wang Yun didn’t bother with him. He snapped back, then continued rapidly flicking his wrist.

His wrist was shaking so quickly that the rod began to show motion blur.

“Whoa! Boss, what kind of ancient martial art is this?

“Brothers, look at this. Look at the water’s surface! Am I going blind? It’s like the water and the fish are separating!”

Brother Hu got excited again while holding his phone.

The scene was too intense.

As the rod trembled, the Nian Swallow Fish in the water began thrashing violently.

But this thrashing had minimal movement—yet extremely high frequency. In other words—take the fish by surprise, and separate it from the water.

“Shaking the rod? So this is what shaking the rod means,” Xiao Gang murmured to himself, shocked.

Brother Hu immediately turned the phone toward Xiao Gang.

“What is shaking the rod?” Brother Hu asked like an eager student seeking wisdom.

Xiao Gang swallowed hard in astonishment, looked at the camera, and began explaining slowly, word by word.

So-called shaking the rod, as the name implied, was shaking your hand. To separate the fish from the water—minimizing the water’s resistance. At the same time, it induced dizziness in the fish because it didn’t have a cerebellum.

Their sense of balance was very weak. Ironically, this greatly improved their survivability.

Because in the ocean, there were often unexpected whirlpools. Once caught in one, the whole body spins.

And due to the lack of a cerebellum for balance, they don’t feel much discomfort, even when caught in a whirlpool.

Buta a lack of balance didn’t mean they had zero balance. It just meant their balance was extremely weak.

“And this skill the boss is using. This difficult shaking technique is meant to trigger whatever little balance they do have. Once separated from the water and thrown into dizziness, reeling them in becomes easy.”

Xiao Gang explained in great detail. As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the water’s surface.

By now, Wang Yun’s face was gradually turning red.

This technique looked simple, but it was extremely difficult to execute.

It required immense strength and endurance. If he stopped halfway, or if the frequency dropped, there was a high chance of failure!

“My grandpa once told me that even among a thousand people who know how to fish, not one will know how to shake the rod.”

After he finished, Xiao Gang’s admiration for Wang Yun deepened even more.

‘Seriously, is there any skill left in the world that the boss doesn’t know?’

It seemed like their boss had perfected every skill to the limit.

“Impossible. Absolutely impossible. How could you possibly know how to shake the rod?! The world’s top fishing master, Mi Han, could only use it on fish under three kilos.”

This time, Xiong Sheng no longer held anything back and shouted out directly.

“Three kilos? What does that mean?” Brother Hu asked.

“Three kilos probably means he could only shake fish that weigh up to three kilos?” Xiao Gang guessed.

Xiong Sheng nodded. “That’s right. The shaking technique depends on the size and weight of the fish. The bigger the fish, the higher the frequency and strength required. Generally speaking, for fish over three kilos, using the shaking technique becomes nearly impossible. First, the strength needed is too much. Most people can’t keep up. Second, large fish aren’t affected by standard shaking movements. But Wang Yun…”

By the time Xiong Sheng reached this part, only astonishment remained in his eyes.

He felt like all of this had to be an illusion. Right now, he should be sleeping—not standing on a deck, watching a legendary, nearly extinct technique reappear in the world.