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

swallowed the last piece of dried fish, licked its paw, and then fixed its gray-blue eyes

his intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he sensed

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

it reappeared directly in front

“Swipe!”

claws unsheathed, as if accompanied by their own sound

Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks etched across

a Cat

raised his gaze, feeling

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

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

retorted, “Come at me again! It’s yours if you manage to

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

hearing his words, the cat became tempted to do so.

was what he said himself. It

beckoned the cat, saying, “Come on!”

the cat

dodged nimbly, but still ended

much more challenging than training with

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

the shadow lunging at him, but not

and swiftly extended his hand, atten to catch

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

in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks to

a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its goal of snatching

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