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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.

perplexed as he wasn’t someone who made

think of himself as the type

such a thing had never happened since he started

was

his objective

if his recent winning streak might have upset

you have the guts to step onto

assumed Milton was scared into silence, and

these words, Milton’s heart

icy killing intent rose unknowingly in his heart, but his

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

was sure that this man’s purpose was to

to bust your mouth,

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

who had sent him; the typical idiotic question in such

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

whoever was behind this was ready to

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

was simple; take revenge at all

did not continue to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked

fists are as tough

by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel

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

William, Milton could clearly sense the

atmosphere turned cold and grim in

was an illusion, but he

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

don’t bark, and wolves are

bones without making

William’s nickname,

Master, go ahead, I’ll be watching

will be his death,

began to speak softly, his words accompanied by a

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

silently returned to the changing

robe and

left his upper body entirely bare,

not allowed in deathmatch duels, the only thing Milton

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

than he was in archery, reaching

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

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

were not released in time, they

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