In the vast and quiet library, Tang Don's eager voice carried far away.

  "How to obtain borrowing qualifications? Defeat the guardian of the gate?"

  "That can only get partial low-level permissions, to reach medium and high levels, you need contribution points." Holma sincerely reminded, "The Great Library is not for profit, but to let borrowers understand that any knowledge is priceless, it's wealth, it's power. Only when you pay with your hard-earned sweat and blood will you cherish the opportunity."

  "Agreed!" Tandon didn't ask in detail how to get contribution points, it's good for now that he managed to obtain the borrowing qualification.

  "Book spirit, apply for a borrowing certificate!" The magic book fell on the borrowing counter, and as soon as it projected out the text, it was accepted.

  Two soft clinking sounds, two small sprites with dragonfly-like wings appeared in the air, matchstick-like arms hung down, each holding a round tray, flew to Tanton and Serese.

  Danton noticed that there was a pointer at the center of the disk, with dense and gorgeous texts engraved on the edge, all of which were names of literary classics.

  "Just a touch will do, good luck to you!" The voice of the book spirit was cheerful and full of childlike fun, they were the administrators of the great library.

  Dangton bent his middle finger and tapped the dial once. The pointer spun around like a windmill, stopping after a few breaths.

  "The test subject is 'Don Quixote'." The Book Spirit announced, and with a "poof" sound, a book appeared in his hand. The pages flipped open rapidly, and a large mouth like a bubble gum popped out, swallowing Tong Dun whole.

  "Downton!" Serres jumped in fright.

  "Don't worry!" Holma hurriedly comforted, the Death Witch was too tense and actually raised her hand to release magic, attacking the Elf Administrator.

  "Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Seres still wasn't reassured.

  "I guarantee it, choose quickly!" Holma urged, she hated wasting time and besides, she couldn't possibly harm them.

  Seris absent-mindedly touched the orb.

  "Exam questions, Les Misérables!"

  There is also a book with a leather cover that swallows Seres.

  Tang Dun pulled out the man-eating demon's saber just as he was about to be swallowed by the bubbles, but in a flash of an eye, he found himself standing in a Colosseum.

  The stone walls around were full of scars from knives and axes, the seats on the stands were also broken in half, overflowing with a sense of loss of ancient ruins.

  Creak, creak!

  The iron gate of the fence on the wall opened, and a short war horse came out, pulling a thin knight. His hand grasped a long spear, standing upright and placed in front of his right chest.

  "Isn't it about time to defeat this guy?" Tang Dun gave himself a boost with the Three Gods Technique and glanced around, familiarizing himself with the battlefield.

  Don Quixote charged without warning, but his speed was not fast, and his body still shook a bit, like a novice who didn't know how to ride a horse.

  Danton didn't flinch, staring intently at his opponent, waiting for the moment to dodge when the lance was thrust out. But as Don Quixote charged past him, that lance came flashing over like a thunderbolt, swift as lightning.

  Before he could even make an evasive move, Tang Don's left shoulder had been pierced by the spear and was knocked to the ground with great force.

  This was a soul-stirring attack, so although Downton didn't bleed, the pain didn't diminish in the slightest, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

  The horse stopped in front of the wall, Don Quixote shook the reins, and the warhorse turned around, following a small run at an accelerated pace.

  Tang Dun endured the pain and got up, gripping his military knife tightly. He knew he couldn't dodge the attack anyway, so it was better to take a hard hit and exchange injuries.

  Don Quixote charged forward, thrusting out his lance, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving behind only a fleeting shadow that was almost impossible to catch.

  With both legs exerting force, unmoving like a mountain, Tan Don's arm swung fiercely, the military knife slashing horizontally. However, just before colliding with Don Quixote, he was pierced through the chest by a long spear and nailed to the ground.

  Dangton clenched his teeth and didn't let out a sound, but the tearing pain that ripped through his body made every muscle in his body convulse.

  The long spear was a condensation of magical energy, and without Tang Dong pulling it out, it had already disappeared, leaving no wound behind. However, the damage to his soul was enough to be fatal.

  "Get up!" Hearing the warhorse's footsteps quickening, Tang Don understood that Don Quixote's third charge was coming again.

  "His courage is not bad, and he's quite decisive, but unfortunately his position is really too low."

  The classic "Don Quixote" floated in the air, a fist-sized book spirit with its hands clasped to its chest sat on top of it, gazing at the arena, admiring Don's resoluteness and boldness.

  Dundon's right leg was struck by a spear once again, but he also managed to leave a shallow mark on the armor of the warhorse.

  Six rounds had passed and Danton was propping himself up with his sword, barely able to stand, but he stared at Don Quixote who charged again without giving up.

  "He didn't seem to have the intention of killing me, yes, Holma said that the Grand Library is a place for learning, not an arena where lives are lost. So even if I exchange injuries, I won't die." Tang Don suddenly realized, "It should be seeing how long I can hold on, right?"

  The thought had barely flashed through his mind when he was once again pinned to the ground like a salted fish.

  "Huh? Both of them haven't been eliminated yet?" Holma glanced at the hourglass, and with Danton's unyielding personality and intelligence, it was unexpected that he still hadn't been eliminated. But what really surprised him was that Serese also hadn't been eliminated.

  In the tenth round, facing the charging knight, Tong Dun took the initiative to welcome him.

  Don Quixote thrust out his lance and, without any mishap, pierced through Don Pedro's chest.

  "Give it to me!" A huge pain tore through his nerves, and Tong Dun's mouth corner was bitten open in an instant, but he endured it, his legs bursting out with force, dashing forward.

  The chest was strung on the long spear, Tongdon quickly approached the knight, his left hand cut horizontally with a military knife, and his right hand swiftly drew out the brave short sword from his waist.

  Clang, the military sword was knocked flying by Don Quixote, but the short sword successfully stabbed into the knight's armor at his waist, bursting out a large number of sparks after rubbing against his belly and passing by.

  The weapon is ultimately too crappy and can't break through defenses.

  The warhorse galloped past, Thudston knelt on the ground, struggling to get up, but couldn't muster any strength, and could only let Don Quixote charge again, then was struck and thoroughly fainted.

  The Book Spirit stood up and applauded. The significance of this exam was to let the borrowers experience extreme pain through a severe blow to their souls, so that they would remember it and cherish the opportunity to enter the Grand Library, which came at a great cost and was hard-won.

  Don Quixote's task was to keep attacking until Donkey's nerves could no longer withstand it and he was blown out of the arena.

  The Book Spirit has hosted so many borrowing qualification exams, and Tondon is the first one. He bravely fought back from the beginning and met Don Quixote's borrower the most times.

  If it weren't for the rotten weapon, it's possible that he would have really hurt Don Quixote. As for killing him, that's not even worth thinking about, because their levels are too far apart. If Sir Knight were to go all out, he could kill Tongtong in an instant.

  Dangton woke up with a splitting headache.

  "Not bad, got E-class authority, one level higher than I expected." Mo Tian praised, after hearing the Book Spirit's description of the process in the arena, it was more satisfied with its new master.

  "Is she all right?" Tanton asked, looking at Serese lying beside him with some concern.

  "Take a deep breath, the Grand Library won't kill you. This attack on your soul is equivalent to a kind of baptism. Haven't you noticed that the Soul Seeds have become more condensed?"

  "What level of authority is she?" Tang Don thought about it and still had to prepare a few good weapons. The dragon tooth was too heavy, and there was no way to carry it for self-defense at all times.

  "F Class." The Magic Academy was a bit smug about it, the people they recommended hadn't disgraced them, and their names would be left on the entrance exam results list.

  "How many levels are there? Is E-level considered very strong?" Tang Don was excited, "Can I borrow those books? How many books?"

  "Third from last!"

  Pffft, Tong Dun almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, his face suddenly fell.

  "Be content with that, this privilege already allows you to stay in the library for ten days at a time." Holma knew that Danton would definitely ask, so she popularized it in advance, "That is to say, the time flow rate ratio between the Western Continent and the Library is 1:10."

  "Has a day passed on the Western Continent, and ten days have already passed here?" Upon hearing Holma's affirmative reply, Tondon felt incredulous. "Doesn't that mean I can have more time to learn than others?"

  "Yes!" Holma added, "However, the number of entries is limited, only once a week."

  "That's not a small amount, equivalent to a month, 36 days more than others, what a big profit!" Tang Dun smiled, but soon his eyebrows furrowed again, enough to pinch a crab to death.

  "Are you saying that your body will also grow faster than others?" With Holma's wisdom, it was easy to infer what Tondon was worried about.

  "Hmm, I don't want to get old myself, while my sister remains young. If that's the case, I'd rather not come." Downton said gloomily.

  "The power of the Grand Library is that even if your imagination transcends the heavens, you still can't imagine it. When you obtain E-level clearance, the flow rate of time on your body has already been fixed. In the library, your physical body grows according to the time of the Western Continent."

  "How can it be so fierce?" Tang Don was surprised, "What kind of place is this?"

  "This is the mighty power of the law, as for the location of the great library, I don't know myself, but it should be in a higher main material plane." Holma was very calm, "As your strength increases, your vision will continue to broaden, and you will see more incredible things."

  "Can I cultivate here then?" Tang Don had always complained about having no time.

  "Daydreaming, there's no magical energy here at all, how can you cultivate? Even if you bring in magic drills that are higher than magic stones, as soon as you use them, they will quickly dissipate." Holma dispelled Tangton's last glimmer of hope, "This is the Grand Library, it's for studying knowledge, nothing more. Don't harbor unrealistic notions."