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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

type

had never happened since

man was

premeditated, and his objective was

winning streak

Let’s see if you have the guts to step onto

Milton was scared into

these words, Milton’s heart

killing intent rose unknowingly in his

in his heart, this man standing before him was

purpose was

bust your mouth,

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

him; the

participate in the

whoever was behind this was ready to bear the

a patient man who subscribed to the idea of waiting ten years to avenge. In fact,

was simple; take revenge at all

to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked

as tough as your mouth in

act impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel right away. Instead,

hearing about it, William’s expression didn’t change a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing with Milton’s decision

could clearly sense the change in his

cold and grim

sure if it was an illusion, but he

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

dogs don’t bark, and

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

didn’t forget William’s nickname,

go ahead, I’ll

his death, no other outcome. As

began to speak softly, his words accompanied by

friendly duel. Not only was the process more complicated, but one had to sign their name on the

name, Milton silently

his outer robe and put

upper body entirely bare, with no protection

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

and memories of hand-to-hand combat

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

soft sigh, but there was a burning fire in

and the suppression of his own power in battle had

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

first thought is often to destroy, to