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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.

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

think of himself as the type to

all, such a thing had never

man was

was premeditated, and his objective was

if his recent winning streak

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

man assumed Milton was scared into silence, and his tone became

these words, Milton’s heart

unknowingly in his

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

this man’s purpose was to provoke him

your mouth, then

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

sent him; the typical

whoever was backing this man wanted him to participate in the Deathmatch

wondered if whoever was behind this was

patient man who subscribed to the idea of waiting ten years to avenge. In fact, he wasn’t

take revenge at all costs, morning

continue to provoke Milton. Instead,

your fists are as tough as

Deathmatch Duel right away. Instead, he first reported

bit. He just

to William, Milton could clearly

cold and grim in an

it was an illusion, but he thought he could even smell blood in the

at this moment, he thought he looked like a lone wolf, a lone

and

bones without making

didn’t forget William’s

go ahead, I’ll be watching from

duel will be his

speak softly, his words accompanied by a lick of

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

his name, Milton silently returned

his outer robe and put on the unique outfit reserved for deathmatch

body entirely bare, with no protection

the only thing Milton could rely

closed his eyes, and memories of hand-to-hand combat began to surface in

proficient in unarmed combat than he was in

a burning fire in

suppression of his own power in battle had

not released in time, they could even

gains power, their first thought is often to