Master Roshi

**Title: The Frozen Isle**

For the past two days, Mo and his companions tirelessly pressed on toward the heart of the island, sensing the disturbance caused by the imminent opening of the spatial zone. Drawing on their experience with special dungeon instances in games, Mo and Kim speculated that the gateway would unveil itself at dawn the next day.

"Ugh, this is exhausting!" groaned Glenn.

"If only we had a TP-driven motorbike, reaching the spatial zone would be a breeze. Sigh! Hey Mo, why not consider a mount for your next tattoo? An elephant, perhaps? It would make our journey much smoother," suggested Shao.

Mo shot a mocking glance at Shao, a silent expression that screamed, "Are you serious?" Shao simply shrugged in response.

"Absolutely, big bro! How about something fluffy? Anything will do, and it would be so much fun!" chimed in Kim with a sweet voice.

Witnessing the glittering anticipation in Kim's eyes, Mo couldn't help but sigh in resignation.

"Kim, you understand that your big brother needs a formidable tattoo, right? I have to ensure our safety and a comfortable life in this world," Mo patiently explained.

"But..." Kim began to murmur incoherently, pouting.

"Fine, fine... Sigh... What if I acquire a mount without using a tattoo skill? Would that be acceptable?" Mo sighed.

Kim's eyes suddenly lit up, gazing at Mo with admiration. "You're so clever, big bro!"

"I'll consider it when we have the time, alright? Let's wait a bit farther for the zone to open; I have a feeling we're not the only ones aware of its emergence," Mo calmly addressed the group.

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**Title: Convergence of Forces**

As the group reached the vicinity where the spatial zone might open, they meticulously erected tents for the night, ensuring their concealment within the surroundings.

Meanwhile, a fleet comprising both Marines and families had arrived on the island a day prior, swiftly advancing toward the center, vanquishing monsters along their path. The island buzzed with the near-silent hum of TP-driven motorbikes and cars traversing its expanse.

Within a mere six hours, the families reached the proximity of the anticipated opening. Setting up top-tier tents, they began settling into the area, readying themselves for the events to unfold.

As dawn broke, a resounding crackle echoed through the air. Above the center of the empty field, the atmosphere distorted, gradually forming three ancient-looking doors. Startled geniuses from various regions donned their battle suits, eagerly preparing for the impending spatial training zone.

Mo and his companions, too, observed the spectacle, noting the anticipation of around a thousand young warriors. Frowning, Mo refocused, realizing the ancient doors had fully materialized, yet the crowd remained motionless, as if anticipating something more.

Suddenly, a mysterious block of golden-colored ice soared above the three ancient doors. Atop the ice, a figure clad in an orange battle suit emerged.

"Yo yo yo yo yo...." echoed a cheerful, elderly voice from the person on the flying ice.

Three young men and a middle-aged figure stepped forward from the crowd.

"Qian Tan of the Trinity Heroes of Dawn greets Master Roshi," Qian respectfully bowed, acknowledging the person's evident strength.

"Ayaa~ Lei Sing greets the great Master Roshi~," Lei casually nodded, wearing a carefree smile.

"Mei Xiu greets Master Roshi," Xiu calmly greeted, cupping his hands in a show of respect.

"Milo Shadis from the Marines division greets the respectable Master Roshi," Shadis declared seriously, saluting and refraining from disclosing his position before this revered figure.

**Title: Unveiling "Isla De Hielo's" Enigmatic Master**

In the midst of everyone's gaze fixed on the hovering block of ice, a lively voice disrupted the silence. "Yo yo yo yo! Hello, everyone! Welcome to my 'Isla De Hielo's' annual training camp," echoed the cheerful voice from below. All eyes shifted to the source, revealing a bald old man with a cane, using it to support his seemingly fragile body. With a white, shiny beard and stylish shades covering his eyes, he exuded an air of mystery.

"The creator of 'Isla De Hielo'?" echoed the collective thought of everyone present, including Mo and his companions. Doubt clouded their expressions as they assessed the old man's seemingly frail physique.

"Young genius friends, why not come over here and have a chat together with us," Master Roshi suggested, smiling and glancing at the trees on his left side. The crowd was puzzled, unsure of his intentions.

Mo and his companions tensed, realizing they had been discovered.

"Yo yo yo yo! Young friends, I'll help you reveal yourselves, okay?" Master Roshi chuckled. In an instant, his body blurred before returning to normal, leaving the crowd astonished as four new figures now sat on the ground in front of him.

An uproar swept through the crowd at the speed of Master Roshi's revelation.

"Golden Brands are scary!" echoed the sentiments of the genius trio and the lieutenant commander.

"Yo yo yo yo! There! We are all here now!" declared Master Roshi with a chuckle. "I'll now explain everything that will happen in this training camp."