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.

tempted enough, the cat finally looked up.

licked its paw, and then fixed its gray-blue eyes on

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

he reached for his pocket, the cat before him vanished in

it reappeared directly in

“Swipe!”

unsheathed, as if accompanied by their own

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

With a

composed, Blake raised his gaze, feeling a tingling

nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous gaze at Blake.

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

again! It’s yours if you

strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with

the cat

be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be violating any principles cause that’s not

the cat, saying, “Come on!”

like that, the cat approached him!

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

much more challenging than training with the

bit down on the buckle, placing

but not before receiving a few scratches on his face.

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

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

resembled the young hero in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks

with him, as if playing with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its

their back-and-forth, the cat came close to snatching the bag from Blake several times.