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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 of

himself as the type to get provoked

a thing had never

man was obviously

premeditated, and his objective

if his recent winning

Let’s see if you have the guts to step onto the Arena

man assumed Milton was scared into silence, and his

Milton’s

unknowingly in his heart,

standing before him was as

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

to bust your mouth, then kill

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

had sent him; the typical idiotic question in

wanted him to participate in

was behind this was ready to bear

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

simple; take revenge at

not continue to

tough as your mouth in

signing up for the Deathmatch Duel right away. Instead,

change a bit. He just nodded

could clearly sense the change in

and

it was an illusion, but he thought he could

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

and wolves are no

without making a sound, then crush your bones to

forget William’s nickname,

ahead, I’ll be watching from the

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

began to speak softly, his words accompanied by a

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

silently returned to

he removed his outer robe and put on the unique outfit reserved for

body entirely bare, with no

in deathmatch duels, the only thing Milton could rely on

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

than he was in archery,

but there was a burning fire in his heart that he

the suppression of his own power in battle had caused some

in time, they

a person suddenly gains power, their first thought