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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

think of himself as the type to get

thing had never

man was

was premeditated, and his objective was presumably to

if his recent winning streak might have

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

man assumed Milton was scared into

these words, Milton’s

intent rose unknowingly in his heart, but his expression remained

man standing before him was as good as dead,

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

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

idea of waiting ten

principle was simple; take revenge at all costs, morning

not continue to

tough as your mouth in the

impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel

expression didn’t change a bit. He just nodded lightly, agreeing with Milton’s decision to participate in

William, Milton could clearly sense the change

and grim

if it was an illusion, but

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

don’t bark, and

rip the flesh off your bones without making a sound,

forget William’s nickname,

go ahead, I’ll be watching from

this deathmatch duel will be his death, no other outcome.

his words accompanied by

was more complicated than registering for a friendly duel. Not only was the process more complicated, but one had to sign their name on the Death

name, Milton silently returned

and put on the unique

his upper body entirely bare, with

duels, the only thing

memories of hand-to-hand combat began to surface

more proficient in unarmed combat than he

there was a

the suppression of his own power in battle

these feelings were not released in time, they could

a person suddenly gains power, their first thought is often to destroy,