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

its paw,

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

reached for his pocket, the cat before him

the next second, it reappeared directly in front of

“Swipe!”

accompanied by their own

when he looked down, he saw bloody

With a

his gaze, feeling a

while nonchalantly grooming itself,

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

yours if you

in the Gray Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his small

the cat became tempted

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

cat,

like that, the cat approached

his pocket and dodged nimbly, but still ended up getting his

challenging than training with the kids on

on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish

shadow lunging at him, but not before

hand was not idle. He assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly extended his hand, atten to catch

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

a martial arts drama, using

as if playing with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its goal of snatching the dried

snatching the bag from