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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.

as he wasn’t someone who made a

as the type to get provoked out of the

a thing had never happened since he started

man was obviously

his objective

his recent winning streak

to step onto

Milton was scared into

these words, Milton’s heart

icy killing intent rose unknowingly in

his heart, this man standing before him was as good as dead, regardless of who

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

bust your

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

asking who had sent him; the typical idiotic question

was backing this man wanted him to participate

wondered if whoever was behind this was ready

waiting ten years to avenge. In fact, he wasn’t much of a

principle was simple; take revenge at all costs,

achieving his goal, the man did not continue to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked at Milton somewhat

fists are as tough as your mouth in

impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel right

expression didn’t change a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing

could clearly sense the

atmosphere turned cold and grim in an

but he thought he could even smell blood in

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

bark, and wolves

your bones without making a sound,

didn’t forget William’s nickname, [Greedy Wolf

ahead, I’ll be watching

will be his death, no other outcome. As for the

softly, his words accompanied by a lick of his

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

name, Milton silently returned to the

robe and put on the unique outfit reserved for deathmatch

his upper body entirely

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

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

than he was in archery,

a soft sigh, but there was a burning fire in his

the suppression of his own power in battle had caused some pressure to

not released in time, they

power, their first thought is often to destroy, to commit a