How Does a Mage Allocate Skill Points?

For the Ghost Rider Gang members, this was a brutal massacre, just like what they had done to those unarmed merchants before.

Only now, they had become the ones being slaughtered. Wolves preyed on lambs, but now they were the ones being watched by a tiger.

Several gang members hid behind their motorcycles and fired at Kara. They were certain this attacker was no ordinary person. With their mortal bodies, there was no way they could take her down in close combat.

But clearly, they had still underestimated Kara’s physical strength. Even with most of her power weakened, these small-caliber bullets still could not pierce her skin. Perhaps their only effect was to slightly hinder Kara’s movements.

But that brief stagger did nothing to tip the scales of battle. They could not stop Kara’s slaughtering advance, nor could they even delay her for long.

"She’s a superhuman, just like those freaks from the Hulk Gang!"

"Use Armor-Piercing Rounds! That’s the only thing that can hurt her."

After several fruitless attacks, the Ghost Rider Gang members finally caught on. They dismounted and took more destructive weapons from the storage boxes behind their motorcycles.

This was not their first encounter with superhumans. Back when Magneto was still alive, they often clashed with mutants over territory. Later on, they frequently ran into members of the Hulk Gang as well.

When it came to experience fighting these inhuman freaks, the Ghost Rider Gang stood alone among the gangs of the wasteland.

Superhumans were not invincible. That had already been proven on the night the superheroes fell. Those with extraordinary powers had fallen one after another on the battlefield, some even dying at the hands of ordinary people without powers.

Everyone understood that superhumans had weaknesses too. They were nowhere near as unstoppable as people imagined. With enough countermeasures, even someone as powerful as Thor could be dragged down by mortals.

Rather than living at the bottom of society and looking up at those extraordinary beings, the gangsters of the wasteland now preferred watching those lofty figures fall from their pedestals.

"This is as far as you go, you little bitch!"

A burly man with a skull painted on his face stood up, a flak cannon resting on his shoulder. They had prepared it specifically for those brain-dead idiots from the Hulk Gang.

Madness gleamed in the brute’s eyes. He seemed to have already seen the girl before him with her guts torn apart.

But the next instant, a hand suddenly burst out through his stomach.

It was an arm gleaming with a metallic sheen, stained with crimson blood and tiny fragments of bone.

"Didn’t you notice?"

A flippant voice sounded beside the brute’s ear, but he could no longer say a word.

Pietro’s arrival sped up the massacre. Compared to the invulnerable and immensely strong Kara, the incredibly fast Pietro was clearly even more dangerous. In this vast desert, Pietro’s speed left ordinary people with almost no chance to resist.

Zhang Ye watched the scene quietly. He did not choose to intervene, because with his magical abilities, helping would only get in the way. Kara and Pietro had worked together many times already, so they would coordinate better.

This group from the Ghost Rider Gang was finished. With Pietro’s speed, they had almost no chance to deploy any powerful weapons, which meant they would be unable to withstand Kara’s relentless assault.

Their defeat had long been inevitable. Many gang members began scattering in all directions, but before Pietro’s super speed, those motorcycles that had only just started up were hardly a concern.

However, one burly man in a black jacket, whether out of panic or some other reason, actually rode his motorcycle straight toward Zhang Ye.

That snapped the distracted Zhang Ye back to attention. He looked at the motorcycle charging toward him, his eyes full of confusion.

"Get out of the way! Move!!"

The brute’s eyes were filled with terror. He had clearly been scared out of his wits.

"You’re fucking asking to die!"

When a person reached the peak of fear, it could turn into boundless rage. Seeing Zhang Ye standing in place without dodging, he instantly pulled out a spiked mace in agitation.

Zhang Ye had been thinking about what to eat tonight, since he was responsible for Kara and Pietro’s three meals a day. But now, this brute had completely thrown him for a loop.

Without giving it much thought, Zhang Ye’s eyes abruptly turned blood-red. The next moment, he gripped the handle of his umbrella tightly and, instead of retreating, rushed straight at the brute at incredible speed.

The brute had never seen anything like this, but he quickly reacted. One hand gripped the handlebars tightly to keep his balance while the other violently swung the spiked mace, smashing it down at Zhang Ye with savage force.

But the result of the exchange was even stranger than the brute had imagined. For some reason, his full-force blow struck nothing but air, and then a chill spread upward from his lower body.

Unsheathe—resheathe, all in one motion.

Zhang Ye’s figure came to a slight halt on the ground, while the crimson in his eyes quickly faded.

Breathing lightly, Zhang Ye recalled the power he had unleashed just now. That speed and control were beyond anything he could normally achieve. It was clearly the physical enhancement brought to him by the beast.

Though it was still far from the level of a superhuman, against ordinary people, he would have some means of dealing with them even without using magic.

The only regret was that he had not yet received any systematic combat training.

Having immense power but being unable to use it flexibly was obviously a tremendous waste. But Zhang Ye currently had no time to train, and besides—

Zhang Ye did not want to become a mage who only charged forward and performed jumping slashes!

Silently slipping one of his treasures, the umbrella, back into the strap on his back, Zhang Ye turned his attention to the battlefield in the distance once more.

This encounter ended even faster than Zhang Ye had expected. By the time he had killed that panicked brute, Pietro had already finished the final cleanup, and the entire desert had returned to silence.

"This isn’t a route merchants commonly use. It’ll probably take a long time before anyone finds these guys," Pietro said with a smile as he wiped down his metal arm.

"Yes, and that’s a good thing, because it means no one will connect the trouble we’re about to cause in Rox Springs with what happened here."

Zhang Ye helped a fallen motorcycle back onto its wheels. With a wave of his right hand, green flames clung to its exterior, then began burning rapidly.

The motorcycle’s shape melted and reformed within the green flames, gradually shedding its original appearance until it finally became an exceedingly bizarre boat-shaped vehicle. Now, no one would think this vehicle belonged to the Ghost Rider Gang.

After finishing all that, Zhang Ye continued.

"We should thank them. With these means of transportation, we can reach our destination tonight!"

(Thanks to Xiao Ye Zi Mie for the ten-thousand-coin donation. From now on, there will be a guaranteed three updates every day. I’ll stay up late to write any bonus chapters.)