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.

it was tempted enough, the cat finally looked up.

piece of dried fish, licked its paw, and then fixed its

understand what the cat was going to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he

instinct, as soon as he reached for his pocket, the

the next second, it reappeared directly in

“Swipe!”

if accompanied by

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

a Cat

gaze,

spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast

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

me again! It’s yours if you manage

strictly to their principles. He had thought the little

hearing his words, the cat became

That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be violating any principles

the cat, saying, “Come on!”

just like that, the

his pocket and dodged nimbly, but still

more challenging than training with the kids on his team.

pocket, which was fastened to the top of his uniform for convenience, Blake bit down on the buckle, placing the pack of dried fish

not before

He assessed the cat’s movements and

disdain. In its view, Blake’s movements

young hero in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks to catch flies.

toyed with him, as if playing with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and playfulness took over, causing it to almost forget its goal

came close to snatching the bag