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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.

sensed something was off, was perplexed as he wasn’t someone

the type

never happened

man was

his objective

wondered if his recent winning streak might have upset someone’s

have the guts to step onto the Arena of

Milton was scared into silence, and his

these words, Milton’s

killing intent rose unknowingly in his heart, but

was as good as

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

going to bust your

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

who had sent him; the typical idiotic question

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

was behind this was ready to

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

was simple; take revenge at all

continue to

tough as

didn’t act impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel right

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

Milton could clearly sense the change

turned cold and grim in an

Cheney wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he could even smell blood

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

don’t bark, and

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

William’s

ahead, I’ll be watching

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

his words accompanied

for a friendly duel. Not only was the process more complicated,

his name, Milton silently returned to

his outer robe and put on the

his upper body entirely bare, with

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

memories of hand-to-hand combat began to surface in

proficient in unarmed combat than he was in

but there was a burning fire in his heart

own power in battle had caused some pressure

in time, they could

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