Global Fog Survival

“Friend, you’re being too overbearing. Are you so sure I can’t resist at all?”

“I’m sure.”

Colin nodded, verifying again through the hint.

【You realize that this strange survivor before you isn’t strong enough to pose a mortal threat to you.】

“This…”

Russell, wearing a tattered suit, was taken aback. He really didn’t have any means to counter Colin.

Analytical mystical items? Are there such powerful analytical mystical items that can directly see through a person’s strength?

Russell’s mind raced.

At that moment, Colin spoke again: “It seems you don’t want to hand over your belongings willingly, so we’ll have to fight.”

Halfway through speaking, Colin made a secret gesture, prompting two of his servants to fire the cannon.

No honor in battle!

Russell was stunned, not expecting Colin to attack halfway through his sentence. These survivors were too impolite!

At this moment, Colin watched intently, knowing that this man wouldn’t easily die if he appeared so confidently.

Sure enough, for some unknown reason, both cannonballs misfired, hitting the stone archway behind Russell without causing him any harm.

Seeing this, Colin didn’t hesitate and ordered everyone to attack.

However, all the cannon shots either misfired, veered off course, or dropped immediately after being fired, like a damp squib, fizzling out.

Seeing one cannonball about to hit the ground, Sanna stepped forward, flicked her toe, and kicked it towards the man.

It missed.

So absurd?

Colin was astonished, feeling like his entire team had been debuffed, with every attempt against Russell failing.

【You notice he seems extraordinarily lucky at the moment.】

“Luck? A mystical item that influences luck?”

Colin guessed, pondering his next move without hastily using “Mental Piercing.”

Today, he had already used the skill twice and only had one more use left. It would be a shame if it also missed.

As all attacks against Russell failed, Colin had a strange thought—conservation of luck indeed worked both ways. If Russell was lucky, they were unlucky.

Colin knew Russell couldn’t stay lucky forever; the luck would eventually run out. So he kept firing.

At this moment, Colin saw Russell pull out a blue-bladed dagger. As he prepared to defend himself, he heard a clear neigh from beside the man.

Next, a fully equipped skeletal horse appeared. It seemed to materialize from an unknown realm, with hoofbeats sounding from indistinct to clear.

Colin and his group saw the skeletal warhorse, its skull like white porcelain, with blue flames billowing from its nostrils. Its eye sockets were also filled with ghostly flames.

“Is that Fighting Qi forming a horse?” Li Chou exclaimed.

As the horse fully materialized, Russell mounted it amidst Colin and his team’s ineffective attacks.

Colin finally understood why Russell had been standing still; he was waiting for his horse!

“Sorry for the disturbance, goodbye.”

Russell politely waved, sitting straight on the horse, smiling elegantly as he prepared to leave.

He secretly sighed in relief, as his luck was about to run out and he would soon have to face the cannons.

But now that his horse had arrived, the situation had reversed. Once he was on the saddle, everything chasing him would be halved in effectiveness, making it hard to catch him.

Not far ahead was a wall, but he seemed unbothered by it, tugging the reins and spurring the horse.

Colin and his team tried to chase but quickly realized something was off. It felt like they could never catch up, as if the distance between them was inexplicably stretched.

Seeing the “treasure box monster” about to escape, Colin gritted his teeth. Believing only mystical items could counter mystical items, he pulled out a rusty triangular shield and aimed at Russell.

“Warrior ahead, dismount and fight me!”

In an instant, they were dragged into a twisted space, and Russell’s horse vanished, dropping him to the ground.

But Russell, experienced in battles, quickly used one hand to brace himself, rolled, and stood back up, looking bewildered.

Why did his horse suddenly disappear?

Noticing the surroundings, he realized something was wrong.

Colin assessed his physical abilities, noting that the man had good physical attributes, withstanding such a fall without injury. This confirmed his base attributes were above 3.

My base attributes are around 2, but with various means, I can briefly exceed 6.

As Colin thought quickly, he went through the formalities, holding up the triangular shield, and declared:

“In the witness of the ‘Shield of the Just Knight,’ I request a fair and just duel with this man!”

Russell chuckled, “Are you sure you can beat me? After all, I’ve lived a bit longer than you, and none of the six attributes on my personal panel have a minimum below three.”

Russell smiled, having secretly observed the frenzied survivors’ state, deducing that the average strength of these survivors wasn’t high.

He drank enhancement potions like water, without any frenzied effects, indicating low attributes and a short exploration time.

He was puzzled by the rare blood lanterns but quickly figured it out—Lady Bluebell carried some rare blood when she left.

He speculated that they must have encountered her; otherwise, they couldn’t have defeated a lord-level mutant so quickly.

His words aimed to probe, hoping to uncover the shield’s effects, thinking Colin might foolishly reveal too much if provoked.

But Colin was fixated on the mention of “personal panel.”

Personal panel?

The system has that?

In that moment, Colin realized he couldn’t let this man escape!

His value was enormous—not his items, but the knowledge he possessed.

Through this man, Colin could understand the differences between the systems of two generations of survivors.

Knowing the man was aware of the system’s problems meant he knew what could and couldn’t be said.

Most importantly, Colin knew the man’s intuition was above 3, meaning what he knew could be disclosed.

If it couldn’t be said, he’d already be dead.

Calming his thoughts, Colin raised the shield with his right hand, took out an enhancement potion with his left, and said:

“In this fair and just duel, we’ll follow three rules.”

Colin popped the cap, drank the potion, and quickly said:

“I vow not to use any enhancement potions in this duel, and to be fair, neither can my opponent.”

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