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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.

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

himself as the type to get provoked

all, such a thing had never happened

was

objective was presumably

his recent winning streak

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

into silence, and

words, Milton’s heart

unknowingly in his heart, but his expression remained

standing before him was as good as dead, regardless of who was

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

bust your mouth, then

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

asking who had sent him; the

wanted him to participate in the Deathmatch Duel, Milton would grant

wondered if whoever was behind this was ready to bear the

subscribed to the idea of waiting ten years to avenge.

principle was simple; take revenge at all costs, morning

goal, the man did not continue to provoke Milton. Instead,

tough as

course, didn’t act impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel right away. Instead, he

a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing with Milton’s decision to participate

being close to William, Milton could

cold and grim in an

was an illusion, but he

to describe what William looked like at this moment, he

don’t bark, and

can rip the flesh off your bones without making a sound,

didn’t forget William’s

I’ll

be his death, no other outcome. As for the man behind him,

words accompanied by a

than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was the

Milton silently returned

he removed his outer robe and put on the unique outfit

his upper body entirely bare, with no protection

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

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

combat than he was in archery, reaching an impressive proficient

sigh, but there was a

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

were not released in time, they could even have an impact on

first thought is often to destroy, to commit a