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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.”

the cat’s eyes, as if the

tempted enough, the cat

the last piece of dried fish, licked its paw, and then

intuition honed through years of battlefield practice, he

for his pocket, the cat before him

next second, it reappeared

“Swipe!”

claws unsheathed, as if accompanied by their

of Blake’s hand, and when he looked down, he saw bloody marks etched across

Training With a Cat

raised his

spot and, while nonchalantly grooming

to say, “How dare you dream of achieving

again! It’s

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

words, the cat became tempted

If it could snatch it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn’t be violating any

beckoned the cat, saying,

just like that,

but still ended up getting his

chuckled. This was interesting. It was much more challenging than

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

at him, but not before receiving a few

free hand was not idle. He assessed the cat’s movements and swiftly

In its view, Blake’s movements were slow

resembled the young hero in a martial arts drama,

with a mouse. Gradually, its curiosity and

came close to snatching the bag from Blake several