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 cat

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

his intuition honed through years of battlefield

for his pocket, the cat

it reappeared

“Swipe!”

if accompanied by their own

when he looked down, he saw bloody

With a

his gaze, feeling a tingling

nonchalantly grooming itself, cast

“How dare you dream

me again! It’s yours if you manage to snatch

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

words, the cat became tempted to do so.

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

the cat, saying,

the cat approached

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

chuckled. This was interesting. It was much more challenging than training with the kids on his

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

not before receiving a few scratches

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

view, Blake’s movements were slow and clumsy, and it

the young hero in a martial

and playfulness

the cat came close to snatching the bag from Blake several times.