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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.

perplexed as he wasn’t someone who made a

didn’t think of himself as the type

such a thing had never

was obviously targeting

premeditated, and his objective

wondered if his recent winning streak might have

the bullshit. Let’s see if you have the guts to step onto the Arena of Life and Death. Do you

into silence, and his tone

these words, Milton’s

icy killing intent rose unknowingly in his heart, but his expression remained

man standing before him was as good

he was sure that this man’s purpose was to provoke

bust your mouth,

Milton’s voice sounded calmly.

him; the typical idiotic question in

him to participate in the Deathmatch Duel,

was behind this was

who subscribed to the idea of waiting ten

take revenge at all costs,

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

are as tough as your mouth in

course, didn’t act impulsively by signing up for the Deathmatch Duel right away. Instead, he first reported the incident to

William’s expression didn’t change a bit. He just

to William, Milton could clearly sense the change in his

turned cold and grim in

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

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

bark, and wolves are

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

forget William’s

go ahead, I’ll be

outcome of this deathmatch duel will be his death, no other outcome. As for the man behind him,

began to speak softly, his words accompanied by a lick of his

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

silently returned to the changing

of donning armor, he removed his outer robe and

body entirely bare, with

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

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

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

soft sigh, but there was a burning fire in his heart that he just couldn’t

suppression of his own power in battle had caused some

they could even have

thought