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 finally looked up.

of dried fish, licked its paw, and then

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

for his pocket,

reappeared

“Swipe!”

unsheathed, as if accompanied

of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down,

a Cat

composed, Blake raised his gaze, feeling a tingling

nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a

its eyes, it seemed to say, “How dare you dream of achieving

“Come at me again! It’s yours if

adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten

his words, the cat became tempted

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

the cat, saying, “Come on!”

just like that, the cat

his pocket and dodged nimbly, but still ended

It was much more challenging than training with

his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish in his mouth.

lunging at him, but not before receiving a few scratches

cat’s movements and swiftly extended

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

in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks to

and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its goal of snatching

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