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

last piece of dried fish, licked its

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

for his pocket, the cat before him vanished in an

second, it reappeared directly in front of

“Swipe!”

as if accompanied by their own sound effects.

chill ran down the back of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he

a Cat

his gaze, feeling a tingling pain.

its spot and, while nonchalantly

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

retorted, “Come at me again! It’s yours if you manage 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 to do

be mine? That was what he said himself. It

the cat, saying,

the cat

nimbly, but still ended up getting his arm scratched.

challenging than

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

dodged the shadow lunging at him, but not before receiving a few scratches on his face.

and swiftly extended his hand, atten to

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

in a martial arts drama,

curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget

snatching the bag from Blake several times. only to