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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

himself as the type to

all, such a thing had never happened since he started visiting the

was obviously

and his objective

recent winning streak might have upset

the bullshit. Let’s see if you have the guts to step

scared into

Milton’s heart

in his heart,

heart, this man standing before him was as

man’s purpose was to provoke him into

your mouth,

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

bother asking who had sent him;

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

was behind this was ready to bear

subscribed to the idea of waiting ten years to avenge. In fact, he wasn’t much of a gentleman

principle was simple; take revenge at

to provoke Milton.

as tough as your mouth in

signing up for the Deathmatch

change a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing with Milton’s decision

to William, Milton could clearly sense

cold and grim in

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

had to describe what William looked like at this moment, he thought he

don’t bark, and wolves are no

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

William’s nickname,

I’ll

his death, no other outcome. As for

to speak softly, his words accompanied by

for the deathmatch duel was more complicated than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was the process

name, Milton silently returned to the changing

robe and put on the unique outfit reserved for deathmatch

his upper body entirely bare, with no protection

allowed in deathmatch duels, the only thing Milton could

and memories of hand-to-hand

in unarmed combat than he was in archery,

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

strength and the suppression of his own

feelings were not released in time, they could even have

their first thought is often to destroy, to commit