Those who had come to participate in the martial arts tournament this time, needless to say, all harbored some thoughts about the Eight Desolations Fist Manual.
Of course, not everyone was here to vie for the manual.
After all, nobody was foolish.
Only those who could contest for the manual under the watchful eyes of the public were invariably individuals from major powers or influential families.
For people from ordinary forces to contend outright was to court death.
However, they still came.
Because those who could step onto the stage to compete were all masters of the fist.
To witness masters of the fist combat up close and learn and comprehend the art, that was not an opportunity that came by every day.
Thus, most people were actually here for that purpose.
Zhou Yu followed the crowd, entered the manor, and arrived at the martial arts field, near the fighting stage.
Just as he got here, Zhou Yu saw a familiar face in the crowd.