Chapter 5: Elder Iolas of Zereta（2）

This trial is not as light as it seems. Alex suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in the heart of a magnificent arena, surrounded by a circle of towering stone statues, which stood like a forest, and the red light in their eyes danced in the gloom like a dark fire, adding something ominous to the silent space. Each stone statue seems to carry a thousand years of heavy and vicissitudes of life, their cold eyes, it seems to hide countless unfinished stories, are quietly watching the intruder.

"Ah, a few sleeping guardians, also want to become a stumbling block in my path?" Alex's mouth drew a wild smile, which hid a part of contempt for the unknown challenge, a part of the desire for victory. Before the voice fell, there seemed to be a subtle wave in the air, and the red light in the eyes of those stone statues suddenly burned, as if they were completely awakened by his provocation, and slowly broke free from the thousand-year shackles of sleep.

Their movements were clumsy at first, but they contained ineffable power, and each heavy step seemed to tread on Alex's heart, causing the empty arena to echo with waves of shaking. The air became unusually heavy at this moment, so depressed that people could not breathe, and even the sun seemed to lose its former warmth, becoming cold and dazzling.

The heavy weapons in the hands of the stone statues, flashing in the dim palpitating cold light, were accompanied by a deafening roar with each wave, which was not only a collision of metal, but more like the roar of the ancient god of war's unyielding will, striking into the depths of Alex's soul. He could feel the pressure from the ancient world, but it also inspired the indomitable fighting spirit in his body.

"Come on, show me what you're capable of!" Alex let out a roar, his voice full of desire for battle and determination to win. He moves like a cheetah, jumping from statue to statue, dodging with such precision that he seems to merge with the air. His eyes, like torches, locked tightly on every movement of the stone statues, looking for the fleeting flaw.

As the battle heats up, the confrontation between Alex and the golem becomes more intense. Sweat ran down his face and dripped onto the hard SLATE, evaporating in an instant. But his eyes became more determined, as if no matter what difficulties and challenges he faced, he could not shake his determination to protect peace.

At that moment, a stone statue suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the heavy weapon in its hand swung violently towards Alex with a devastating force. Alex narrowly escaped the blow with a leap of form, but the shock still sent palpitations through his heart. He understood that this was just the beginning and that the real test was still to come.

"Well, trying to stop me? Let's see if you can do it!" Alex gave a sneer, as if the surging power in his body had found a vent, and an unprecedented powerful force was boiling in his body. He sprang to his feet, and somehow in his hand he had a long, shining sword, the tip of which pointed straight at the sky, as if to Pierce the endless darkness.

"For the sake of peace, for the sake of those souls who yearn for peace, I will not fall here!" Alex roared, and with a wave of his sword, a bright blade cut through the sky and headed straight for the statue. A battle of faith and courage is raging on this forgotten continent.

On the occasion of this life and death, Alex's chest seemed to be suddenly hit by an indescribable force, and the family badge on his chest seemed to come to life at this moment, no longer a cold metal decoration, but a bright star, blooming a dazzling light. The intensity of the light, like the rising sun penetrating the clouds, instantly tore the gloom in the arena, forcing those dark red lights to retreat gradually until they completely disappeared under the light.

This badge, every ray of light contains the glory and heritage of the family for thousands of years, it is not only a symbol of identity, but also a source of power flowing in Alex's blood. As the light poured forth, an unprecedented power burst from the depths of his body, like a sleeping volcano suddenly erupting, the blood was boiling, the potential was completely awakened, as if even the air was shaking at this moment.

On the surface of Alex's body, there is a faint light flowing, and the muscle lines are more resolute under the light, and his eyes are brighter like stars, flashing with determination and unyielding. He took a deep breath and felt the surge of power, a surge of unprecedented confidence and pride in his heart.

"This force... It is my family's protection and my will to fight!" Alex let out a low, unquestionable firmness in his voice. He swung his sword so violently that the air seemed to split in two as far as the tip of the sword went, leaving cracks visible to the naked eye. The light of the sword is like a dragon, cutting through the sky and pushing towards the stone statues that are ready to move.

Faced with this sudden change, the statues seemed to feel more pressure than ever before, their movements became more sluggish, and the red light in their eyes began to flicker. However, these ancient guardians did not give up, and they continued to wield heavy weapons in an attempt to stop Alex's advance.

But Alex is no longer the warrior who fought only with courage and skill. He is now the embodiment of family power, the bringer of light. His body is like the wind, shuttling freely between the stone statues, each swing is precise and powerful, and the stone statues fall down as far as the light of the sword can reach.

"For the honor of my family, for the faith in my heart, I will never back down!" Alex's roar echoed around the arena, his figure towering in the light. At this moment, it seems that he is no longer alone, but with the good forces of the whole family and the whole world.

As the battle progresses, Alex gradually finds a bond with this new force. Each of his attacks was more aggressive, each evasive more deliberate. And those stone statues, under the suppression of this force, finally fell down one by one, into the dust of history.

When the last stone statue crashed to the ground, the whole arena fell into a brief silence. Alex stood there, his chest heaving, sweat mixed with blood, but his eyes were unusually bright. He knew that although the battle was hard, he had won in the end.

The light faded and the family crest returned to peace. But Alex knows that this force has been deeply imprinted on his soul, and has become the most solid backing on his future road. He looked up into the distance, filled with anticipation and longing for the unknown challenge. He knows that the real test is still to come, but he is ready, for peace, for justice, for the glory of his family, he will go forward to the end of the world.

He looked around with a gleam of satisfaction and pride in his eyes. This test, for him, is not only the sharpening of martial arts, but also the baptism of the soul. He realized that true power does not come from external equipment or skills, but from inner faith and persistence. As long as there is light in the heart, the path under your feet will not be dark.

When the illusion, as misty as the morning mist, vanished in a twinkling, Alex seemed to be jerked back from the depths of the dream, and the majestic temple stood before him. In his chest, an unprecedented force like the raging sea, surging, that is the sleeping dragon finally free from the shackles, opened its eyes to look down on the world!

The ancient piece of metal he held tightly in his hand now radiated a soft and warm light, like the brightest star in the night sky, penetrating the endless darkness and guiding him on a path to the unknown. The light, warm and firm, seemed to whisper, "Go on, warrior, your journey is a sea of stars."

"This is... What power is this?" Alex muttered, his eyes shining like never before, a curiosity for the unknown, but also a desire for power. He clutched the metal and felt the power surging inside him, as if the whole world was shaking for him at this moment.

"I, Alex, will no longer be my ordinary self!" He swore secretly in his heart that every step he took was very firm, as if even the air was giving way to him. And that ancient piece of metal, like his guide, but also his guardian, leading him to a wider world, to go!

'Alex, you are not what you were! The voice of Iolas, like the roar of the ancient war drum, shook the air, his step was firm, step by step, and his eyes were burning with the recognition and appreciation of Alex's transformation, "The road of trial, the thorns are full of thorns, but you have cast the iron and blood road to glory with your mortal body." Today, the throne of the Guardian is slowly opening its doors to you, which is your glorious coronation, and the burden that cannot be shirked on your shoulders!"

After speaking, there seemed to be a faint wind and thunder around, every word and sentence, like the sky and thunder, hitting Alex's heart and soul, arousing the surging blood and fighting spirit in his chest. He held his head high, and the eyes of Iolas clashed violently in the air, time seemed to solidify at this moment, and the sweat and tears of the past, and even those desperate moments that almost swallowed him, turned into an inextinguishable flame in the eyes of the moment, burning with tenacity and unyielding.

"I, Alex, swear by my soul that I will defend this honor with my life, and carry it forward to the end of the world!" His voice reverberated through the temple with unquestionable determination, as if heaven and earth were shaken. At this moment, he is no longer fighting alone, behind him, is the expectation and trust of the whole world.

The air around him seemed to tremble, and a smile of satisfaction spread across Iolas' face as he reached out and slapped his hand on Alex's shoulder. It was a kind of heritage, a kind of trust. 'Well done, Alex! The journey ahead may be more difficult, but I firmly believe that you can write your own legendary chapter, let the world remember!"

Under the sunset, the two figures are pulled long, as if integrated into this ancient and mysterious land, their story, at this moment, has just begun to write...

Alex's heart beats like a drum. It's a symphony of passion and determination. He understands that this is not only the awakening of power, but also the sailing of the ship of destiny. Although the road ahead is vast, unknown and dangerous, but he has no fear, because the faith of the guardian has been burning in his heart like a fire, illuminating his way forward.

So, Alex with this awakening power and immortal faith, embarked on a new journey. Every step out of the firm and confident, he knows that there are not only unknown mysteries and challenges ahead, but also belongs to his glory and glory waiting for him to conquer. And he, as the guardian, will announce to the world: his legend, from now on!

(Readers are invited to guess what the test field looks like?)