The photographer's nightmare has just begun!

Nan Ye, holding a fishing fork, jumped directly into the water, and Chartu quickly followed.

However, Chartu had goggles, unlike Nan Ye.

[Didn't the photographer say earlier that he had professional ethics and would follow closely even when going into the sea? Hahaha, a prophecy fulfilled!]

[It's always been said that the photographer is the true hidden master. Now I believe it; he even needs to go into the sea to film!]

[That's right, when Li Ge helped hold the camera just now, I glanced over and saw that the photographer only took one pair of goggles before going down.]

Chartu felt a bit smug. If he didn't show them, they wouldn't know how amazing photographers really were.

They were just praising him, and the next second, a discordant scene appeared:

[Hey, hey, hey, photographer, what are you doing? Hurry up and follow! Nan Ye is almost out of your shot.]

[Photographer, stop slacking! Nan Ye seems to be chasing a fish!]

Chartu was also startled. He had been distracted earlier, and now, looking closely, that guy was almost out of his shot.

How fast can this Xiao Ge possibly swim?

This guy is a bit outrageous!

I, someone close to a Level Three swimmer, actually can't keep up with him.

Who can I complain to about this!

Watching Nan Ye's figure gradually move away, Chartu could only increase his speed to keep up.

He used all his might and could only barely keep up.

Without any assistance, a normal person's diving depth is about 10 meters. Some professional divers can dive 15 meters, or even 17 meters.

However, Nan Ye didn't choose to go down to such a deep place.

Even at a depth of 10 meters, you can't see anything with your eyes open, so it's better not to go.

He was here to catch fish, not break records.

Under the camera's recording, Nan Ye swam around in the shallow area of three to five meters, ensuring he could clearly see the movements on the seabed.

He was actually chasing a Tiger Grouper just now.

Tiger Grouper is a type of grouper, and its price is not cheap in hotels.

The meat is tender, thick, and elastic, making it an excellent ingredient.

And the one in front of Nan Ye was almost two catties (approx. 1kg), not small in size.

If he could catch it, tonight's dinner would be settled.

Unfortunately, things in the water aren't as easy to get as seafood stranded by the low tide.

Nan Ye could only look for something else!

In a crack in the rock, a Red Star Swimming Crab poked its head out. It had three spots on its back, making it easy to identify.

On a deserted island, fish is definitely the best ingredient, with lots of meat and delicious.

Crabs are a bit worse; there's too little meat, and you can't get full with just a few.

But the current Nan Ye couldn't care less about that. Having something to fill his stomach was better than starving to death.

He kept a close eye on the Red Star Swimming Crab. As soon as it poked its head out slightly, a large fork went towards it.

These four thick iron wires were sharpened by Nan Ye and were still incredibly sharp even in the water, successfully getting the goods.

Nan Ye returned to the shore, threw the crab to Leap, and then plunged back into the sea.

Seeing this, Chartu had no choice but to follow.

But inwardly, he cursed: This guy, doesn't he need to rest for a bit?

Swimming is tiring work!

What Chartu didn't know was that his nightmare was just beginning.

He saw a ribbonfish, but it was too small, so Nan Ye wasn't interested.

Continuing the search, he saw a slow-moving pufferfish.

He poked it with the fishing fork, and it inflated.

It wasn't small in size, but Nan Ye didn't know how to handle it; this thing was poisonous.

It has a neurotoxin that causes hallucinations if eaten. Once poisoned, the tongue will become numb, and it can even lead to death from respiratory failure.

Go on, go on, you've evolved to this extent, so I won't bother with you.

Suddenly, a long figure flashed past.

It wasn't a sea snake; its head was very large. Afterwards, it poked its head out from a crack in the rock.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a moray eel.

[This thing is called You Zhui, a type of moray eel.

It mainly inhabits caves and crevices in coral reefs, feeding primarily on fish and occasionally crustaceans.

This type of moray eel is very fierce. If you're unlucky enough to be bitten, you'll need at least three stitches.

It's not called the Little Hegemon-King of the water for nothing!]

[No matter how much you say, isn't it also a delicious dish? *covering mouth and snickering*]

[That's true. Don't look at how ugly this thing is; it's definitely a delicious dish! Steamed or braised, it's excellent!]

[You guys are really something; my mouth is watering.]

[Aren't you guys mean? Xiao Ge hasn't even caught it yet, and you're already discussing how to eat it.]

[...]

Nan Ye really didn't want to leave. This You Zhui wasn't small, almost a meter long.

If he could get this, it would definitely be a big meal for them.

But this guy was cautious and didn't seem to be showing his head anymore.

Nan Ye surfaced, took a deep breath, then sank down, squatting beside the rock, holding the fishing fork, motionless, ready to strike at any moment.

Chartu was a bit puzzled: You guy, are you really planning to keep squatting here?

This isn't land, brother. You're not a fish; you need to breathe.

By the time you come up for a breath, it might have already run away.

But looking at Nan Ye's posture, he really planned to go all the way with it.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

At first, he didn't feel anything, but slowly, Chartu felt the time was incredibly long.

Just a few dozen seconds felt exceptionally long to him. Time seemed to be flowing away from him slowly, as if with clear malice.

Damn, I can't hold it anymore!

If I hold it any longer, tomorrow you can attend my funeral feast!

Chartu surfaced, exposing his head above the water, taking large gulps of air.

The audience in the live stream were a bit confused, seeing the camera suddenly move away:

[What's going on? I was waiting for Nan Ye to make a move, but why is the camera pointing at the sky?]

[Just now, I checked, Nan Ye seems to have been squatting by the rock for almost 4 minutes.

So is there a possibility that the photographer couldn't hold his breath??]

[Holy crap, really? It's already been 4 minutes in just this short while?]

[Then it's very likely that the photographer really couldn't hold his breath anymore, and came up to take a breath and continue.]

[Humbly asking, what is the limit for holding one's breath while diving?]

Regarding this question, a kind person quickly came out to answer.

His online name was "Squid Who Loves Diving"!

Hmm, probably a seasoned diving enthusiast.

"Generally, those who are a bit more capable can usually hold their breath for around 3 to 4 minutes.

Some enthusiasts, divers, etc., who have received professional training, can hold their breath for longer, usually reaching around 7 to 8 minutes.

Reaching this point is already very, very impressive!

And top special forces soldiers, professional athletes, can completely break through to over 12 minutes."

[Hiss, 12 minutes, isn't that not much different from a fish?]