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Chapter 12: Chapter 12: “Friendly Duel” and “Grizzly” (Seeking Chase Reading)

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Earl Arthur finally agreed.

He felt that there wouldn’t be much danger, with William accompanying Milton Cheney.

After all, enhancing real-world combat abilities would significantly help Milton.

Regardless of whether he would inherit the title of Earl or become a Lord in one of the territories in the Far East, practical combat abilities were indispensable.

By the time Milton and William arrived at the Golden Lion Coliseum, several days had passed.

The Golden Lion Coliseum was situated within the Far East territories, not too far from the estate where Milton resided.

The Golden Lion Coliseum was an enormous and majestic structure, built from expensive materials like marble, brass, and metal.

From the outside, the tall walls were decorated with beautifully carved patterns and reliefs, each wall exuding an aura of grandeur.

At the entrance, there was a massive archway carved with the emblem of the Golden Lion family.

Above it, two crossed knight swords created an imposing sight.

Upon entering, the first thing one would notice was an expansive field.

It was filled with numerous lavish seats, forming the viewing stands for the nobles to watch the gladiatorial fights.

Some seats within the stands were incredibly luxurious, fitted with cushions made of silk and leather, surrounded by tapestries and ornaments.

Even though he had memories of the Coliseum, it was Milton’s first time visiting in person.

His first impression was not that it was a Coliseum, but more like a luxuriant and splendid palace.

There were also facilities within the field, such as bars for food and drinks, open-air gardens for nobles to rest and socialize, not to mention toilets and baths.

It was utterly luxurious, capable of accommodating most needs of the nobility.

Inside the Coliseum, marble arenas stood in dozens, distributed evenly across the space.

By the time Milton entered, many of the arenas already had competitors.

Some were battling in extravagant armor as if they were performing, while others fought bare-chested, trading bare-knuckle blows.

saw a man of towering build being dealt a neck-breaking blow before

washed away the blood stains from the arena, leaving the marble platform as pristine as

who had just died there was an

cheers, and a cacophony of noises filled the entire Golden Lion

nobles screamed at the top

were sweating profusely, shaking their heads vigorously, seemingly

noble elegance and bloody violence emerged, leaving

over a hundred years

started to explain, sensing that Milton was awestruck by the grandiosity of

you want to watch from the stands first or directly participate in

replied, lightly moving his

registering for the friendly duel, Milton was assigned to Arena

didn’t register with his real name but

in the Coliseum didn’t use their real

was Milton’s wish, and surprisingly,

naturally couldn’t participate in a deathmatch duel right off the bat, disregarding the fact that William wouldn’t allow it. Milton

change to his attire in the dressing room of the Golden Lion

rooms, and each of them

contrast to the grand decor outside, the changing rooms seemed

but they also lacked lighting fixtures, making

duels were divided into equipment duels and

a knight helmet, all

breathing with ease, his body

Milton realized that he didn’t

turn. Arena twelve. Your opponent is the

man dressed as an attendant knocked on the door of Milton Cheney’s changing room, his tone

and Milton Cheney was number sixteen as mentioned by

Cheney opened his closed eyes, a sparkle flashing through his green

Milton Cheney emerge, the attendant casually

thin stature, a

not as dangerous as a deathmatch duel, but occasionally serious injuries occur, it’s better to surrender as soon as possible if you can’t match

that the attendant thought Milton Cheney was a down-and-out

surprised look at the attendant walking in front of him

didn’t reply. He silently led Milton Cheney

a towering hulk dressed in heavy armor was already standing on the

like a giant in the arena, and was a head taller than

helm, Milton Cheney obviously wasn’t afraid of

his weight. This opponent was clearly not in the same weight class

would make

most probable explanation was that this mighty hulk, although

had identified himself as a peak quasi-knight. Therefore, the

apart from their weight, contestants in friendly duels were also paired up considering their

the arena, Milton Cheney found that many eyes from