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.

it was tempted enough, the cat finally looked up.

piece of dried fish, licked its

not understand what the cat was going to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he sensed that the cat was about to

he reached for his pocket,

reappeared directly in front of him!

“Swipe!”

if accompanied by their

and when he looked down, he saw

With a

composed, Blake raised his gaze, feeling

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

say, “How dare you

at me again! It’s yours if you manage to

Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his small dried fish, along with the

cat became tempted to do so.

it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said himself.

cat, saying,

just like that, the

dodged nimbly, but still ended

was much more challenging than training with the kids

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

shadow lunging at him, but not

free hand was not idle. He assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly extended his

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

in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks to catch flies.

toyed with him, as if playing with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over,

their back-and-forth, the cat came close to snatching the