Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 564: Mecha 557: God Above (12) 19 more updates

Ye’s mother skeptically took the stiff paper envelope from Ye Shaohua’s hand.

The envelope bore the image of the great gates of the Interstellar University.

"It’s quite a good imitation..." Ye’s mother murmured to herself as she opened the envelope and then pulled out a piece of letter paper from inside.

And then there was no "then."

She was stunned.

Her eyes scanned the words on the paper, her fingers trembling, and then she couldn’t help but look again, "Is... is this really for you?"

Ye’s mother’s gaze lingered on the "S" class, and below that, the red seal of the Interstellar School.

"That’s right," Ye Shaohua said, taking a few bites of an apple, cool as a cucumber.

Such an invitation letter didn’t have a na on it, and no one on this planet would dare to forge one.

Ye’s mother was certain the letter was real.

She wouldn’t suspect that Ye Shaohua had found it lying around because, after all, an S-grade invitation letter was sothing rare, sothing you’d hear about maybe once in a hundred years. Who would be so careless as to lose sothing so important?

Ye’s mother naturally couldn’t believe it.

So...

There was only one possibility left.

This invitation letter was indeed for Ye Shaohua!

"How could it be an S-grade invitation letter?" Ye’s mother looked over the invitation letter again and again, her fingers shaking so much that she couldn’t bear to look away.

Ye Shaohua uttered, "I was walking on the road when soone told I have S-grade Spiritual Power, insisting on giving this invitation letter, so I accepted it."

"Good, very good, you’ve made your father proud," Ye’s mother stared at the invitation letter for a long ti, "Shaohua, don’t be jealous of your sister. Study hard at school, and one day you might reach her level. You are you, and you are no less than anyone else."

Hearing this, Ye Shaohua glanced at her, "I know."

**

The next day.

It was the Interstellar School’s annual testing day.

"Young Marshal, do you actually have the ti to co and watch this?" The principal looked at the man sitting in the chair in the observation room, surprised.

Zong Yunzhou tapped his fingers on the table, "Just taking a casual look."

The principal glanced at him but didn’t dare to give any directives.

The vast cha control room was divided into two extres.

One was civilian students, the other, noble disciples.

"Fang Qing, can you even handle it?" a man in luxurious clothing looked at Fang Qing, a mocking smile curling at his lips, "I heard your cha broke. Want to help you fix it?"

"You’re going too far, you clearly sabotaged Fang Qing’s cha!" a young man, upon hearing the man in luxurious clothing, was so angry his eyes turned red.

The man in luxurious clothing sneered, "Talk is cheap without evidence. You say I destroyed his cha; where’s your proof?"

"You..." The young man was about to speak but was stopped by Fang Qing.

"Fang Qing, if you’re scared, don’t compete with today. Kneel down and call ’Grandpa,’ then I’ll let you off," the man in luxurious clothing sneered at Fang Qing.

The noble disciples laughed uproariously.

Since ancient tis, schools were divided into two tiers—the lowly civilian disciples simply couldn’t compare to their noble counterparts.

Most of the ti, the noble disciples in schools were far ahead of civilian students because noble families didn’t lack money to pour into their chas, enhancing their equipnt. High-grade chas facing Low-grade chas ant that even if a noble student’s ability was one grade lower than that of a civilian, the battle might still end in a draw due to the superior cha.

So civilians who couldn’t stand it would join a powerful faction.

However, Fang Qing was an anomaly.

He was a B-grade cha Warrior, but he only had an E-grade cha. Even so, he could fight to a draw with owners of D-grade chas.

Many noble factions tried to recruit him, but he rejected them all.

And because he stood out, the noble disciples couldn’t stand it and conspired to sabotage his cha.

Fang Qing could have endured the despicable "provocation" from the other side, but he could not listen to it for another minute.

When the man said to kneel down and call him Grandpa, Fang Qing went straight to the center of the cha Departnt, "I’ll compete with you!"

"Fang Qing! Don’t be reckless! That scoundrel deliberately switched to a C-grade cha. Even if your cha was fixed, you can’t beat him!" The isolated civilian disciples tried to snap Fang Qing out of his rashness, "He’s just trying to provoke you! Don’t fall for it!"

Fang Qing knew this, but cha battles were just like this—once you entered the mock combat area, you couldn’t back down.

Fang Qing took out the cha that the girl had reassembled the day before.

With a thought, the cha transford into its combat state.

Fang Qing was sowhat surprised. Not only was the cha still operational, but the transformation was also done in half the ti it took previously.

Nevertheless, he didn’t have ti to think more about it. His opponent’s cha was already charging at him, mixing in sharp attacks. A C-grade cha was many tis stronger than an E-grade cha from all aspects.

Fang Qing dodged directly.

Previously, this evasive action would have taken 0.8 seconds to be executed by the cha, but this ti Fang Qing distinctly noticed that the cha was much more agile, avoiding the attack with ease.

Fang Qing, sensing the change in his cha, saw a glimr of hope and tried attacking.

He found that the cha matched his body perfectly, with its attack speed mirroring his own!

The man on the other side noticed this too, and relying on his own cha being two grades higher than Fang Qing’s, went for a head-on collision!

"Hiss—" At that mont, all the onlookers couldn’t help but close their eyes; a C-grade cha colliding with an E-grade was clearly a disaster for the E-grade.

"Boom—"

The sound of cha hitting the ground echoed.

The young man who had advised Fang Qing earlier anxiously looked up, wanting to go in and carry Fang Qing out. But as the dust settled, he stopped in his tracks—

This!

The cha that had fallen was the C-grade?!

Fang Qing’s E-grade cha was almost completely undamaged!

My God!

Everyone watching the mock combat couldn’t help but exclaim!

Fang Qing’s comrade’s eyes widened, "Brother, do you realize you’ve just turned the history of cha hierarchy on its head today!"

Even Fang Qing was dumbfounded, turning around to look at his cha in bewildernt.

"Master Ai Lun! It’s Master Ai Lun!" Following the earlier uproar, the sudden appearance of Ai Lun caused another wave of excitent!

Ai Lun walked directly into the combat simulation area, and after examining Fang Qing’s cha, he looked at Fang Qing excitedly, "Your cha must have been reassembled by soone, right? Do you know where they are?"