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

of himself as the type

such a thing had never happened since he started visiting

was obviously

was premeditated, and his objective

winning streak might have upset

guts to step onto the Arena of

into silence, and his

words, Milton’s

unknowingly in his heart, but his expression

in his heart, this man standing before him was as good as dead, regardless

purpose was to provoke him

bust your mouth, then kill

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

asking who had sent him;

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

was behind

the idea of waiting ten years to avenge. In fact, he

revenge at

achieving his goal, the man did not continue to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked at Milton

are as tough

for the Deathmatch Duel right away. Instead, he first reported the incident

bit. He just nodded

could clearly sense the change in

and grim

was an illusion, but he thought he could

to describe what William looked like at this moment, he thought he looked like a lone wolf, a lone

bark, and wolves are no

bones without making a sound, then crush your bones to

didn’t forget William’s nickname,

ahead, I’ll be watching from the

only outcome of this deathmatch duel will be his death, no other outcome. As for the

began to speak softly, his words accompanied

complicated than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was

signing his name, Milton silently returned to

his outer robe and put on the unique outfit reserved for

outfit left his upper body entirely

the only thing Milton could rely on were his

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

in unarmed combat than he was in

out a soft sigh, but there was a burning fire in his

strength and the suppression of his own power in battle

they could even have an impact on

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