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 cat

dried fish, licked its paw, and

intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he sensed that the cat

he reached for his pocket, the

reappeared directly

“Swipe!”

accompanied by their

ran down the back of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks etched across his skin.

With a Cat

his gaze,

its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself,

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

again! It’s yours if you

had not 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

fish will be mine? That was what he said himself.

beckoned the cat,

like that, the cat

but still ended up getting his arm scratched.

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

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

dodged the shadow lunging at him, but not before

movements and swiftly extended

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

in a martial arts drama, using

cat 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 the dried

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