Spoiled by Eight Uncles (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 | 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 | 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.

But when it was tempted enough, the cat finally looked up.

It swallowed the last piece of dried fish, licked its paw, and then fixed its gray-blue eyes on Blake.

Blake could not understand 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 strike.

True to his instinct, as soon as he reached for his pocket, the cat before him vanished in an instant.

In the next second, it reappeared directly in front of him! "Swipe!" Its sharp claws unsheathed, as if accompanied by their own sound effects.

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

Remaining composed, Blake raised his gaze, feeling a tingling pain.

The cat returned to its spot and, while nonchalantly grooming itself, cast a contemptuous gaze at Blake.

In its eyes, it seemed to say, "How dare you dream of achieving my speed, you clumsy human!" Blake retorted, "Come at me again! It's yours if you manage to snatch it!" He had not expected the cats in the Gray Earth to adhere so strictly to their principles. He had thought the little kitten simply took off with his small dried fish, along with the bag.

Upon hearing his words, the cat became tempted to do so.

Really? If it could snatch it, all those dried fish will be mine? That was what he said himself. It wouldn't be violating any principles cause that's not considered robbing, right?...

Blake beckoned the cat, saying, "Come on!" And just like that, the cat approached him! Blake clutched his pocket and dodged nimbly, but still ended up getting his arm scratched.

He chuckled. This was interesting. It was much more challenging than training with the kids on his team.

Removing the pocket, which was fastened to the top of his 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 kitten.

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

Blake's free hand was not idle. He assessed the cat's movements and swiftly extended his hand, attempting to catch the cat barehanded.

The cat's eyes filled with disdain. In its view, Blake's movements were slow and clumsy, and it easily evaded his attempts.

Blake resembled the young hero in a martial arts , using chopsticks to catch flies.

The cat 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 dried fish...

As they continued their back-and-forth, the cat came close to snatching the bag from Blake several times, only to miss it.

Initially, Blake could only focus on protecting his pockets.

However, as time passed, he gradually freed up space in his mind and started observing the cat's movements.

With each attempt, he felt as though he brushed against the cat's soft fur, which was a much better result than grasping at thin air.

In Gray Earth, where there was no day and night, there was only an eternal gray sky, Blake had lost track of time. His arms ached to the point where he could no longer lift them, but he clutched the bag of dried fish tightly and exclaimed, "I'm done playing!" The cat was speechless.

Gasping for breath, Blake collapsed onto the ground.

With one hand still holding the small dried fish, he reached out towards the cat and said, "Come here. You've worked hard, and I'll give you a piece of dried fish as a reward." The cat remained silent.

Meow, are you treating me as a training buddy?! I'm not gonna fall for that! In a fit of anger, the cat turned around and sat with its back facing Blake.

Blake could not help but laugh. He took out a piece of dried fish and tossed it towards the cat.

"You have to keep your word as a cat. You promised to snatch my dried fish, so you must fulfill the promise." The cat was speechless.

This was the first time it had encountered such a peculiar request.