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

dried fish, licked its paw, and then fixed its gray-blue eyes

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

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

it reappeared directly in front of

“Swipe!”

unsheathed, as if accompanied by their own sound effects.

down the back of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks

a

gaze, feeling a

nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous

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

me again! It’s yours

principles. He

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 robbing,

beckoned the cat, saying, “Come

just like that, the

dodged nimbly, but still ended up getting his arm scratched.

It was much more challenging than training with the kids on his

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

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

movements and swiftly extended his hand, atten to

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

hero in a martial arts

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 cat came close to snatching the