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

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

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

reached for his pocket, the cat before him vanished in an

reappeared directly

“Swipe!”

if accompanied

when he looked down, he saw bloody marks etched across his

a Cat

composed, Blake raised his gaze, feeling a

its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous gaze at

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

yours if you manage to snatch

principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his small dried fish, along with the bag.

hearing his words, the cat

That was what he said himself.

beckoned the cat, saying, “Come on!”

that, the

his pocket and dodged nimbly, but still ended up getting

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

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 the

but not before receiving a few

the cat’s movements and swiftly

Blake’s movements were slow

a martial arts

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

to snatching the bag from