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.

when it was tempted enough, the cat

piece of dried fish, licked its

what the cat was going to do, but relying on his intuition

as soon as he reached for his pocket, the cat

it reappeared directly in front of

“Swipe!”

if accompanied by

and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks etched across his

a

gaze, feeling a tingling

and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast

dare you dream of achieving my speed,

again! It’s yours

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

words, the cat became tempted to do

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

cat, saying, “Come on!”

like that, the cat approached

dodged nimbly, but still ended up

was interesting. It was much more challenging than training with the kids

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

him, but not before receiving a few scratches on his face.

and swiftly extended his hand, atten

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

martial arts drama,

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

came close to snatching the bag from Blake several times. only to miss