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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.

someone who made a habit of offending people in the Golden Lion

type to get provoked out of

a thing had never

was obviously targeting

premeditated, and his objective was presumably

if his recent winning streak might have upset someone’s

guts to step onto the Arena of Life and Death. Do you

gloomy-faced man assumed Milton was scared into silence, and

Milton’s heart

rose unknowingly in his heart, but his expression

man standing before him was as good

was sure that this man’s purpose was to provoke him into participating

going to bust your mouth, then

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

asking who had sent him; the typical idiotic question

participate in the Deathmatch Duel, Milton would grant them

wondered if whoever was behind this was

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

revenge at

to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked at Milton

fists are as tough as your mouth in

signing up for the Deathmatch

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

being close to William, Milton could clearly

turned cold and

wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he

looked like at this moment, he thought he looked

don’t bark, and wolves are no

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

William’s

ahead, I’ll be watching from

will be his death, no other outcome. As

speak softly, his words accompanied by

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

name, Milton silently returned

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

body entirely bare,

in deathmatch duels, the only thing Milton could

hand-to-hand

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

there was a

and the suppression of his own power in battle had

in time, they

thought