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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.”

filled the cat’s eyes, as if

it was tempted enough, the cat finally

dried fish, licked its paw, and then fixed

going to do, but relying on his intuition honed through years of

for his pocket, the cat before him

it reappeared directly in

“Swipe!”

sharp claws unsheathed, as if accompanied by their own

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

Training With a Cat

raised his gaze, feeling a

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

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

at me again! It’s yours if

their principles. He had

cat

what he

the cat, saying,

like that,

dodged nimbly, but still ended up getting his arm

was much more challenging than training with

Blake bit down on the

the shadow lunging at him, but not

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

disdain. In its view, Blake’s movements were slow and clumsy, and it

resembled the young hero in a martial arts drama, using chopsticks to catch

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

came close to snatching the