Fish Catching

Although Tank was reckless, he did not dare wade directly into the water to catch fish.

He could only squat by the bank.

Using himself as bait to lure in those mutant fish.

Tank shoved his massive hand into the icy river and casually stirred it a few times, sending water splashing everywhere.

"Hehehe..."

The scent of flesh and blood spread with the current, easily attracting mutant fish.

Before long, a Black Shadow appeared downstream, swimming against the current. Its immense power parted the waves to either side.

"It's here! It's here! And it's a big one..."

Tank stared with his small eyes. When the Black Shadow came within five meters of him, it burst from beneath the water with a splash and lunged straight for his face.

The huge black fish had a cylindrical body like a python, covered in many patterns. Its savage mouth was packed with sharp fangs, making it incredibly ferocious.

Tank was no weakling. He reacted quickly, clamping both hands around the black fish's neck like iron pincers.

Then he turned and hurled it toward the land behind him.

With a muffled bang, cracks spread across the ground.

But the fish was tenacious and still did not die.

Tank grabbed its tail with both hands and slammed it repeatedly into the ground, each blow making the earth thud.

Still not satisfied, he stomped hard on its head.

This time, the fish finally stopped struggling.

The commotion was not small, and Little Eight appeared nearby, tilting her head as she looked it over.

Tank seemed a little embarrassed under her gaze. Scratching his head, he lifted the fish and asked,

"Want some?"

"You stepped on it. I'm not eating pickled-cabbage fish."

Little Eight shook her head in disgust.

"Fine if you don't want it."

Tank curled