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 of fighting games always portray their protagonists as having terrible lives, or as emotionless as characters from the anime/manga series?