From here, the situation on the ring could be seen clearly.
Two people were standing on the ring.
One was Ding Ling.
The other was Oshima Kenji.
This man was nearly two meters tall and specialized in sumo. His physique was extremely exaggerated, and he stood there like a wall. In front of him, Ding Ling looked like a toddler just learning to speak. The two were in completely different weight classes—the difference was simply too great.
It was precisely because the visual contrast between them was so striking.
Many people suspected that if Oshima Kenji casually pressed down on Ding Ling, he might crush him flat and kill him.
"How is Ding Ling supposed to fight this time?"
"Ding Ling will probably lose for sure."
But when he remembered that Ding Ling had kicked him flying with one foot, Park Yong-in became uncertain.
He was also much taller and more powerfully built than Ding Ling. Although he was inferior to Oshima Kenji, his weight still far exceeded Ding Ling's. If Ding Ling could kick him flying, then his strength was immense. Perhaps even Oshima Kenji could be defeated?
At that thought, Park Yong-in grew somewhat uneasy.
Lao Zhang was smoking. Amid the swirling smoke, he said:
"If Oshima Kenji stays steady and doesn't rush, he can wear down Ding Ling's strength. Then perhaps Tanaka Rihei can win easily. Once that happens, you only need to defeat Tanaka Rihei to become a hero of our country!"
I hope Oshima Kenji can hold on and last a little longer!
That was all Park Yong-in could hope for.
In fact, Oshima Kenji also wanted to drag things out with Ding Ling.
He had watched Ding Ling's match against Park Yong-in and was completely certain that Ding Ling had defeated Tiger King