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.

enough, the cat finally looked

piece of dried fish, licked its paw,

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

soon as he reached for his pocket, the cat

second, it reappeared directly in

“Swipe!”

as if accompanied

and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks etched

a Cat

raised his gaze, feeling a

nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous gaze at Blake.

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

“Come at me again! It’s yours if you manage to snatch it!”

in the Gray Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the

hearing his words, the cat became

fish will be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be violating any principles cause

cat,

the cat

nimbly, but still ended up getting his

It was much more challenging than training

pocket, which was fastened to the top of his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the

but not before receiving a few scratches on his face.

assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly extended his hand,

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

martial arts drama, using chopsticks to catch flies.

playfulness took over, causing it to almost

came close to snatching the bag from Blake