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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.

wasn’t someone who made a habit of offending people in the

himself as the type to get provoked out of the

a thing had never

man was obviously targeting

was premeditated, and his objective was presumably

if his recent winning streak might have

you have the guts to step onto the Arena

assumed Milton was scared into silence, and his tone

words, Milton’s heart

intent rose unknowingly in his heart, but his expression remained

was as good as

was to provoke him

going to bust your mouth, then kill

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

him; the typical idiotic question in such

wanted him to participate

behind this was ready

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

principle was simple; take revenge at all costs, morning

did not continue to provoke

your fists are as tough as your mouth

impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel right away.

He just

close to William, Milton could clearly sense the

turned cold and grim in

it was an illusion, but he thought he could even smell

looked like at this moment, he

dogs don’t bark, and wolves

rip the flesh off your bones without making a sound, then crush your bones

forget William’s nickname, [Greedy Wolf

go ahead, I’ll be

deathmatch duel will be his death, no other outcome. As

softly, his words accompanied by a

than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was

signing his name, Milton silently returned to the

outer robe and put

upper body entirely

weapons were not allowed in deathmatch duels, the only thing

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

proficient in unarmed combat than he was in archery, reaching

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

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

they could even have an

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