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

licked its paw, and then

was going to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield

his

second, it reappeared directly in front of him!

“Swipe!”

as if accompanied by their own

ran down the back of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks etched across his skin.

With a

Blake raised his gaze, feeling a tingling

its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a

eyes, it seemed to say, “How dare you dream of

yours if

He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his small dried fish, along with

the cat

could snatch it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said

the cat,

just like that, the

but still ended up getting his arm scratched.

It was much more challenging than training with the kids

convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish in

lunging at him, but not before receiving a

idle. He assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly extended his hand, atten to catch the

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

in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks to catch

its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its goal

to snatching the bag from Blake several times. only