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

last piece of dried fish, licked its

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

for his pocket, the cat

next second, it reappeared

“Swipe!”

as if accompanied by

when he looked down, he saw bloody

With a Cat

Blake raised his gaze, feeling a tingling

its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous gaze at Blake.

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

“Come at me again! It’s yours if

expected the cats in the Gray Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply

cat

snatch it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be

beckoned the cat,

just like that, the cat approached

nimbly, but

interesting. It was much more challenging

the pocket, which was fastened to the top of his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish in his mouth. He then made a finger-hook gesture toward the kitten.

but not before

cat’s movements and swiftly extended his hand,

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

young hero in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks

playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its goal

snatching the bag from Blake