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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.

was off, was perplexed as he wasn’t someone who made a habit of

himself as the type

never happened since

man was obviously targeting

premeditated, and his objective was presumably to

winning streak might

you have the guts to step onto the Arena

was scared into

Milton’s heart

in his heart, but

standing before him was

man’s purpose was to provoke him into participating

your mouth, then kill

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

asking who had sent him; the typical idiotic question in such

participate in the Deathmatch Duel, Milton would grant them

wondered if whoever was behind this was

not a patient man who subscribed to the idea of waiting ten years to avenge. In fact, he wasn’t

principle was simple; take revenge at all costs,

to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked

your fists are as tough as your mouth

the Deathmatch

hearing about it, William’s expression didn’t change a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing with

could

turned cold and

an illusion, but he thought he could even smell

he thought he looked like a lone wolf, a lone wolf covered in

dogs don’t bark, and

can rip the flesh off your bones without

didn’t forget William’s nickname,

go ahead, I’ll be watching from

of this deathmatch duel will be his death,

softly, his words accompanied by

than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was

signing his name, Milton silently returned to the

and put on the unique outfit reserved

his upper body

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

eyes, and memories of hand-to-hand

more proficient in unarmed combat than he

but there was a

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

in time, they could

power, their first thought is often to destroy, to

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