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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.

someone who made a habit

type to

such a thing had never happened since he

man was

premeditated, and his objective was presumably

if his recent winning streak might have upset someone’s

the guts to step onto the Arena of Life and Death. Do

scared into silence, and his tone

Milton’s

rose unknowingly in his heart, but his

his heart, this man standing before him was

man’s purpose was to

bust your mouth,

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

didn’t bother asking who had sent him; the typical

was backing this man wanted him to participate in the Deathmatch

wondered if whoever was behind this was ready

man who subscribed to the idea of waiting ten years to avenge. In

was simple; take revenge at all costs, morning and

to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked at Milton somewhat

your fists are as tough

didn’t act impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel

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

to William, Milton could clearly sense the change in his

cold and

it was an illusion, but he thought he

this moment, he thought he looked like

dogs don’t bark, and wolves are no

flesh off your bones without

didn’t forget William’s nickname,

ahead, I’ll be

his death, no other outcome. As for

words accompanied by a lick

duel was more complicated than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was the process more

silently returned

his outer robe and put on the unique outfit

outfit left his upper body entirely

weapons were not allowed in deathmatch duels, the only thing Milton could rely on were

his eyes, and memories of hand-to-hand

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

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

own power in

were not released in time, they could

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