Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 

Stepping into the ring was definitely a solid way to get stronger. 

Back in the day, Colton had to face the arena to pass Enforcement’s assessment, even becoming champion for three seasons straight. 

But for Lance to step into the ring with his current skills? He’d just be asking for a beating, maybe even worse. 

When Flora heard Colton’s concern, she raised an eyebrow, “Of course not.” 

Colton felt a bit relieved but was still puzzled. If Flora didn’t bring Lance here to fight, then what was the plan? 

Flora found a booth by the window on the second floor, where she could see the arena clearly. 

She ordered some popcorn and soda, snacking leisurely while instructing Lance, “Lance, watch these matches closely. Halfway through each one, tell me who you think will win and why the loser lost.” 

To get stronger, it’s crucial to learn how to analyze an opponent’s weaknesses. Mastering this skill will make future training much more effective. 

“Got it, Ms. Flora!” Lance nodded seriously, eyes glued to the arena. 

They sat there the entire day. 

At first, Lance was completely lost, unable to predict the outcomes. But after watching over a dozen matches, he started to get the hang of it, predicting who would win and analyzing why the others lost. 

“Ms. Flora, I think he lost because he hesitated too much,” Lance said thoughtfully. “He had a chance to knock his opponent down but missed it because he hesitated. His opponent caught his breath and then delivered the final blow.” 

Flora nodded, satisfied, “Well said.” 

“Ms. Flora, I think the guy who lost just now isn’t weaker. His agility and reaction speed were great, but his opponent had more strength. His biggest mistake was trying to match his opponent’s pace instead of setting his own.” 

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Flora’s smile widened, “Great progress.” 

She checked her phone, stood up, and said, “Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s head back. Remember, tomorrow at 7 a.m., be at the mansion’s entrance.” 

The next day, Flora brought Lance and Colton back to the underground competition arena. 

After two days, Lance could make accurate predictions about the match outcomes and explain why someone lost about two–thirds into the matches. 

“Ms. Flora, watching the opponent is important, but strength is crucial. If there’s a huge gap in strength, nothing else matters,” Colton couldn’t help but 

say. 

Two days had passed, and aside from observing, Flora hadn’t let Lance do anything else. 

Despite seeing Lance’s improvement, Colton was still anxious. 

“You’re right,” Flora said, supporting her chin with a smile. “The person I’ve been looking for has been found. Colton, please invite that man to our booth.” Colton followed Flora’s gaze to a muscular man in the crowd who had been in the ring twice since yesterday, losing once and winning once. He was covered in bruises but still refused to give up, intending to sign up again. 

What does Ms. Flora want with this guy? 

The next day. 

Training ground. 

In the ring, Lance stood face–to–face with the muscular man Flora had asked Colton to invite yesterday. 

Flora had observed the man closely. His fighting style was somewhat similar to Hank’s but more skilled. 

Despite being desperate for money, the man had never used dirty tricks in the ring, proving his integrity. 

The man, named Freddy, kept entering the ring to raise money for his wife’s 

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cancer treatment. 

Upon learning that Flora wanted him to spar with Lance and was offering two million dollars, Freddy agreed without hesitation. 

Flora promptly transferred one million as a deposit for him to pay for the 

treatment. 

In the ring, Freddy eyed Lance warily. Considering him a member of the Empire Base and someone Flora was willing to invest heavily in, he must be skilled in martial arts. 

Below, Flora lounged in a chair, with Colton by her side acting as the referee. 

At Colton’s signal, Freddy charged at Lance with a shout, swift as the wind, his fists aiming for Lance! 

“Ahh!” 

A scream echoed as Lance was thrown from the ring, landing near Flora’s feet. Freddy, still in his punching stance, looked baffled. How did Lance end up on the ground so quickly? It was only one move… 

Lance, clutching his stomach, staggered to his feet and re–entered the ring. 

With a hesitant glance at Flora, seeing her nod for continuation, Freddy charged at Lance again. 

With the previous experience, Lance quickly sidestepped as Freddy approached, narrowly avoiding the punch. Just as Lance attempted to counter from the side, Freddy’s quick response allowed him to leap and spin in the air, striking Lance’s shoulder with a downward smash. 

Lance winced in pain, his knees buckling, falling heavily. 

Yet, he quickly struggled to his feet, fists aimed at Freddy, “Again!” 

Freddy easily dodged with a light sidestep, then kicked Lance’s back. 

The young man couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed onto the ground, spread–eagled. 

Freddy hesitated, looking towards Flora for guidance. 

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“Go all out, no mercy, just leave him breathing,” Flora’s voice was cold, her eyes devoid of warmth. 

To grow stronger, one must endure hardship; there are no shortcuts.