Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 1050 Training With a Cat

After the cat emerged from the gray forest, it found an open grassy area not far away and began devouring the small dried fish.

It ate the fish greedily, its drool softening the dried meat.

In less than half a minute, the fish vanished, leaving the cat with an unsatisfied look, as if to say, “Don’t forget about my reward!”

Blake responded, “Do I look like someone who wouldn’t keep my promise?”

Yes, you do.

Blake could not help but feel speechless and amused. He threw another dried fish at the cat.

With lightning-fast speed, the cat darted forward, leaving Blake’s vision blurry. It swiftly returned to its original spot, now clutching the dried fish in its mouth.

Blake observed the cat intently, an idea brewing in his mind.

The speed of the cats in the Gray Earth was truly astonishing. Their speed was so fast that it almost seemed like they were teleporting.

If only he could learn how to do it….

Taking a few steps closer, Blake squatted down one meter away from the cat and said, “Hey there, little cat… Look what I have.”

He patted his pocket. “A bag of dried fish.”

The cat ignored him and continued eating.

Blake continued, “Well, if you teach me how to match your speed, I’ll give you this whole bag of dried fish.”

Reluctance filled the cat’s eyes, as if the temptation was insufficient.

was tempted enough, the cat finally looked

the last piece of dried fish, licked its

to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he sensed that the cat was about to strike.

his instinct, as soon as he reached for his pocket,

the next second, it reappeared

“Swipe!”

as if accompanied by

ran down the back of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks

a

Blake raised his gaze,

returned to its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous gaze

say, “How dare you dream

yours

not expected the cats in the Gray Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his small dried fish, along with

hearing his words, the cat

it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be violating any principles cause that’s not

cat, saying, “Come

like that, the

pocket and dodged nimbly, but still ended up

interesting. It was much more challenging than training with the kids

the top of his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish in his mouth. He then

the shadow lunging at him, but not before receiving a few scratches on his

He assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly

eyes filled with disdain. In its view, Blake’s movements were slow and clumsy, and it easily evaded

in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks

mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget

cat came close to snatching the bag from Blake several times. only to miss