Steam Island's North Port.
Over a thousand Anglers were neglecting their proper business to crowd around and watch, because the man fishing was Yang Yi, and he already had a bite.
"Get up here!"
Yang Yi stood on the harbor pier in a horse stance, gripping the Abyss Claw and slowly hauling it upward, his muscles nearly bursting through his coat.
Following He Qi, Yang Yi had also begun challenging himself to catch a sea monster alone. He already had one hooked, and the two sides were locked in a contest of strength.
Suddenly, the force on the other end of the rod surged.
Yang Yi was yanked off balance, but he quickly steadied himself. His height rose steadily to three and a half meters as he entered Werewolf Form.
By now, no one was staring at Yang Yi's head anymore.
Not because he was fishing, but because he was no longer bald. Short black hairs had grown on top of his head, each standing straight up and even giving off a metallic sheen.
"Ha!"
Yang Yi roared, shouldered the fishing rod, and ran in the opposite direction, toward the island's interior.
Then a massive shadow emerged beneath the water, strikingly visible under the illumination of the Light Containers along the shore.
"How big must that thing be?"
A player aboard his own ship murmured, hurriedly steering away to avoid getting caught up in it.
Other players did the same.
Finally, under Yang Yi's savage hauling, a disc-shaped sea monster was dragged out of the water and sent flying high into the air.
The sea monster was over two thousand meters in diameter, its body a cloying white. A ring of translucent, gauze-like frills encircled its outer edge, rippling like waves.
Yang Yi's fishing line ran into the mouth on