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Chapter 13: Chapter 13 “Premeditated Provocation” and “Deathmatch Duel” (Seeking Chase Reading)

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The Golden Lion Coliseum had special rooms dedicated for nobles to rest.

Milton Cheney and William had been living in the coliseum for the past few days.

During daytime, Milton participated in three friendly duels as per usual.

He didn’t refrain from participating more out of unwillingness, rather there was a rigid rule that one could only participate in three matches per day.

Milton’s practical fighting skills were noticeably improving at a rapid pace.

Even William couldn’t help but admire his talent.

Lionheart, a nickname for Milton, had now become well-known in the Golden Lion Coliseum.

After all, Milton had participated in 16 friendly duels and had yet to lose one.

After shedding his armor in the changing room, Milton put on his coat again.

Stepping out of the dressing room, he walked down the circular corridor.

Having just finished participating in a friendly duel, Milton was prepared to get something to eat.

The next moment, a man approached and bumped straight into Milton, seeming oblivious to his presence.

Milton furrowed his brows and instinctively tried to dodge, but he was still hit squarely.

The collision of the two shoulders produced a dull and significant thud.

“Intentional.”

That was Milton’s immediate thought.

He looked up to see a man whose face held a somewhat gloomy expression.

“I recognize you; the famous ‘Lionheart’ who’s making a name for himself lately.

What bullshit ‘Friendly Duels’, only kids would enjoy such games, especially pretty boys like you!”

The man’s malice was blatantly displayed.

His tone and gaze conveyed undisguised contempt.

off, was perplexed as he wasn’t someone who made a habit of offending people in the

think of himself as the type to get provoked out

never happened

was obviously

his objective was presumably to

recent winning streak might have

see if you have the guts to step onto the Arena

into silence, and

words, Milton’s heart

in his

before him was as good as

sure that this man’s purpose was

going to bust your mouth, then

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

who had sent him; the

participate in

wondered if whoever was behind this was ready to

not a patient man who subscribed to the idea of waiting ten

revenge at all costs, morning

goal, the man did not continue to

as tough as your mouth in

up for the Deathmatch Duel right away. Instead, he first reported the incident to

change a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing with Milton’s decision to participate in the

could

and grim in an

sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he could even smell blood in the

looked like at this moment, he thought he looked like a lone wolf, a lone wolf covered in

bark, and

rip the flesh off your bones without making a sound, then

forget William’s

go ahead, I’ll be

outcome of this deathmatch duel will be his death, no other outcome. As for the man behind

his words accompanied by a lick of his

duel. Not only was the process more complicated, but one had

Milton silently returned to the changing

outer robe and put

body

since weapons were not allowed in deathmatch duels, the only thing

and memories of hand-to-hand combat began to surface

proficient in unarmed combat than he was

but there was a burning fire in his heart

strength and the suppression of his own power in battle had caused some pressure to build up within

in time, they could

suddenly gains power, their first thought is often to destroy, to commit a crime,