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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 offending people in the Golden

didn’t think of himself as the type to get provoked out

a thing had never

man was

and his objective was presumably

winning streak

the guts to step onto the Arena of Life

man assumed Milton was scared into silence,

these words, Milton’s heart turned

rose unknowingly in his heart, but his expression remained

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

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

bust your mouth,

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

who had sent him; the typical idiotic question

him to participate

was behind this was

of waiting ten years to avenge.

was simple; take revenge at all costs, morning

did not continue to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked at Milton somewhat

tough as your mouth

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

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

could clearly sense the change in his

turned cold and grim in an

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

at this moment, he thought he looked like a

and

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

William’s nickname,

I’ll be watching from the

his death, no other outcome. As

his words accompanied by a lick of his

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

silently returned to the

his outer robe and

his upper body entirely bare, with

weapons were not allowed in deathmatch duels, the

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

in unarmed combat than he was

was a burning fire in his heart that he just couldn’t

suppression of his own power in battle had caused some pressure to build up

feelings were not released in time, they could even have an

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