In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.
In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers. 
Fishing is an art.
There is an ancient saying: If you can't fish, you might as well be bait.

Han Fei roared and a palm-sized knife appeared in his hand.


Han Fei took three steps back, and his protective cover was shattered by the three arrows. He took a breath. This bow-bearing boy was strong! Even a peak-level fishing master wouldn't be able to stand these three arrows!


Unfortunately, he, Han Fei, was not an ordinary person.


While he was attacked by these three arrows, the bow-bearing boy groaned and fell from the sky. His chest was pierced and his heart was almost shot by Han Fei.


The sword-bearing boy coughed up blood and glared coldly at Han Fei. "Despicable!"


"Oh, I'm despicable? So is it glorious that the five of you have ganged up on me?"


Han Fei swung the rod at them again, saving no strength, because he found that these boys weren't afraid of him and their offense and defense were still organized. If Han Fei guessed right, the person in the sky was their dependence.


Chapter 116 - Their Strength Really Let Me Down