A-Wei and his uncle watched from the other boat with some envy, but how could they dare entertain any ideas? They were still counting on getting a ride back.
Holding the Fish Spear, Ye Yaodong carefully climbed onto the rocks, only for a wave to strike him and make him sway. Luckily, he braced a hand against the rock and avoided falling, but Father Ye's heart leaped into his throat.
"Dongzi, be careful. Maybe just forget it..."
It was a rare opportunity, and he was reluctant to give it up.
"I'll just get in and swim over. If that still doesn't work, I'll give up."
He valued his life very much.
As soon as he entered the water, the sea rose past his neck. He paddled toward the swordfish.
Unexpectedly, when he reached the rocks, his feet could actually touch the bottom. He could just about stand with his chest above water.
That worked out well, too. It would make it easier to put his strength into it.
With plenty of seawater in the hollow among the rocks, the swordfish was still thrashing vigorously. Ye Yaodong deliberately positioned himself toward its tail in case it suddenly lunged.
He located its eye, then swiftly drove the Fish Spear into it with all his strength.
At the sudden injury, the swordfish let out its distinctive, agonized cry. Then its entire body abruptly surged out of the hollow and straight onto the rocks above.
"Dongzi!" Father Ye shouted worriedly.
Ye Yaodong had been prepared. Immediately after driving in the Fish Spear, he had backed away into the sea and looked up.
The swordfish thrashed and bounced on the rocks above before finally sliding off and falling into the sea. Blood instantly stained the water around it red, but it tenaciously kept flailing and