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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 perplexed as he wasn’t someone who made a habit of offending people in the Golden Lion

himself as the type to get provoked out of the

thing had never happened since he started

man was obviously targeting

his objective was presumably

recent winning streak

quit the bullshit. Let’s see if you have the guts to step onto the Arena of

man assumed Milton was scared into silence, and

words, Milton’s heart turned

killing intent rose unknowingly in his

him was as good as dead, regardless

was

going to bust your

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

bother asking who had sent him; the typical idiotic

backing this man wanted him to participate in the Deathmatch Duel, Milton

only wondered if whoever was behind this was

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

simple; take revenge at all

man did not continue to provoke Milton. Instead,

tough

by signing up for the Deathmatch

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

to William, Milton could clearly sense the change in his

turned cold and grim in

wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he could even smell

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

and wolves are

bones without making a sound, then

William’s nickname, [Greedy Wolf

I’ll

outcome of this deathmatch duel will be his death, no other

softly, his words accompanied by a

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

signing his name, Milton silently returned to the changing

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

upper body entirely bare, with

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

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

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

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

the sudden surge in strength and the suppression of his own

in time, they could even have an impact on

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