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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

himself as the type to get

such a thing had never happened since he started

was obviously targeting

premeditated, and his objective was presumably

winning

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

was scared into

Milton’s heart turned

in his

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

he was sure that this man’s purpose was to provoke

going to bust your

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

who had sent him; the typical idiotic question in

backing this man wanted him to participate in the Deathmatch

if whoever was behind this was ready to bear

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

take revenge at all costs, morning

to

your fists are as tough as your

didn’t act impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch

about it, William’s expression didn’t change a bit. He just

William, Milton could clearly sense the

cold and grim in

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

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

bark, and wolves are

the flesh off your bones without making a sound, then

forget William’s nickname, [Greedy

go ahead, I’ll

duel will be his death, no other outcome. As for the

his words

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

signing his name, Milton silently returned

outer robe and put on the unique

outfit left his upper body entirely bare, with

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

and memories of hand-to-hand

in unarmed combat than he

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

suppression of his own power in battle

feelings were not released in time, they could even

their first thought is often to