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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.

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

himself as the type to get provoked

had never happened since

man was obviously

was premeditated, and his objective

winning streak might

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

scared into silence,

Milton’s heart

icy killing intent rose unknowingly in his heart, but his

was as good as dead, regardless of who was backing

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

your

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

bother asking who had sent him; the typical idiotic question

participate in the Deathmatch Duel, Milton would grant them

only wondered if whoever was behind

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

revenge at all costs, morning

his goal, the man did not continue to provoke Milton. Instead, he looked at Milton

as tough as

act impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel

didn’t change a bit. He just

Milton could clearly sense

atmosphere turned cold and grim in an

sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he

moment, he thought he

dogs don’t bark, and wolves are no

the flesh off your bones without

didn’t forget William’s nickname,

ahead, I’ll be watching from

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

softly, his words accompanied by a

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

his name, Milton silently returned to the changing

he removed his outer robe and put on the unique outfit

left his upper body

were not allowed in deathmatch duels, the only thing Milton could rely on were

hand-to-hand combat began to surface in

in unarmed combat than

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

suppression of his own power in battle had caused some pressure to build

these feelings were not released in time, they could even have an impact on

suddenly gains power, their first thought is often to destroy, to commit