One book to take you back to the 1990s, the golden age of boxing!
That was the year Michael Jordan was building the Bulls dynasty;
That was the year countless people crowded around their televisions just to watch Tyson and Lewis clash in an epic showdown.
That was the year a young man from the East, covered in scars and desperate to survive, stepped into the ring in Las Vegas.
There are no flashy superpowers here, only brutal, hard-hitting fights, meticulous tactics, and blazing passion.
If you miss that gritty, pure, testosterone-fueled era, pick up 《1992: I, the Chinese Heavy Hitter, Rule the Boxing Ring》 and watch a working-class Chinese fighter carve his way through a cast of legends to claim the pinnacle of world boxing!
Why do writers who write about fighting always make the protagonist miserable, or as emotionless as Robot 1? ?