"Sha... Sha Du?"
The person lying on the ground—the person whose lower half had just been obliterated by a Flame Fist Art—was Sha Du, the foreign priest from the Thunderbolt Tribe?
Su Mo was dumbfounded. His first thought was that Tang Ma had mistaken something in the darkness, or that he had hallucinated because he had always treated Sha Du as an imagined enemy.
However, Huang Xiangyu's trembling words soon confirmed Tang Ma's judgment once more.
"C-Chieftain, that big bald bastard... he really is Sha Du! This guy is Sha Du!"
Although the man was already a standard corpse, the impact of that face was still far too great.
"I remember him. The last time the Thunderbolt Tribe came to plunder us, he... he stood to the side and covered them!"
"I can guarantee it. There couldn't possibly be a second person who looks this much like Sha Du. No! He's Sha Du!"
Sha Du's monk-like appearance was already extremely distinctive in Radiation Rift Number Thirty-Seven.
Combined with the speed at which he had just flown through the air and his powerful physique, Su Mo suddenly fell silent.
Sha Du, the boss of the first stage, hadn't even managed to say a single proper line.
And he had been... crushed by a single punch from Tang Ma?
In the blink of an eye, he hadn't even known who had crushed him before only half of him remained.
How could this outcome be described with merely the word miserable?
No, this was simply an insignificant extra who didn't even deserve a name. Su Mo had wasted his time thinking about how to arrange a plan to capture him!
"Priest Tang Ma, why don't you take another careful look? Is he really Sha Du?"
"Right, right, I'll confirm it."
Tang Ma's hands