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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.

who sensed something was off, was perplexed as he wasn’t someone

of himself as the type

all, such a thing had never happened since he

man was obviously targeting

objective was presumably to

winning streak might have

guts to step onto the

Milton was scared into silence,

Milton’s heart

rose unknowingly in his

standing before him was as good as dead,

he was sure that this man’s purpose was to provoke him

your mouth, then

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

sent him; the

whoever was backing this man wanted him to participate in the Deathmatch Duel, Milton would grant

wondered if whoever was behind this was

idea of waiting ten years to avenge. In fact,

simple; take revenge at all

continue to provoke Milton.

are as tough as your

signing up for the Deathmatch Duel

expression didn’t change a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing with Milton’s decision to participate in the Deathmatch

Milton could clearly sense the change in his

atmosphere turned cold and

Cheney wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he

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

bark, and wolves are

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

didn’t forget William’s nickname, [Greedy

Master, go ahead, I’ll be watching from

will be his death, no other outcome.

words

than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was the process more complicated, but one had to sign their name on

name, Milton silently returned to the changing

donning armor, he removed his outer robe and put on

left his upper body entirely bare,

in deathmatch duels, the only thing Milton could rely on were

his eyes, and memories of hand-to-hand combat began to surface

proficient in unarmed combat than he was in archery, reaching an

let out a soft sigh, but there was a burning fire in his heart that

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

feelings were not released in time, they could

like when a person suddenly gains power, their first thought is often to destroy, to commit