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.

tempted enough, the

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

to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he sensed that the

his instinct, as soon as he reached for his pocket, the cat before him vanished in an instant.

it reappeared directly in front

“Swipe!”

unsheathed, as if accompanied by their own

Blake’s hand, and when he looked down,

With a

Blake raised his gaze,

to its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous

seemed to say, “How dare you dream of achieving

at me again! It’s yours if you

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

hearing his words, the cat

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

beckoned the cat, saying, “Come on!”

the

clutched his pocket and dodged nimbly, but still

chuckled. This was interesting. It was much more challenging

to the top of his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack

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

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

movements

hero in a martial arts drama, using

toyed with him, as if playing with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over,

to snatching