Chapter 163: Another Tower Demolished-Ninjas Should Build Tank Items(Xia Shiqi)

"Steal my man! Go to hell!" Fufuu's skirt whipped through the air with a fierce gust as she kicked straight at Sasori's head.

Though her specialty was ninjutsu, she inexplicably felt that when it came to fighting over a man, pulling hair and tearing clothes possessed a much higher sense of ritual.

However, Sasori had no interest in playing along. With a puff of smoke, he was kicked into a cloud of mist, out of which red figures shot continuously, densely packing the upper reaches of the underground palace.

"This level of multiple shadow clones? How is that possible?" Yura asked, looking up in astonishment.

"Look closer, they aren't shadow clones. Every single one of them is distinct," Maki warned.

Crowds of densely packed red-robed puppets huddled together, nearly filling the entire sky of the subterranean vault. Each puppet possessed its own unique traits, wielding the weapons they had used in life while making a clicking sound of wood colliding.

"In the end, it really did reach the fourth stage..." Baimu looked at the Z-driven Sands of Time, seeing that only one-fifth remained. It was best to save it for Karin; just in case she ran out and got left behind in this timeline, wouldn't his future self be heartbroken? Plus, would his present self get double the happiness?

"Master, this wasn't Fufuu's fault~~" Fufuu looked at Baimu with a pitiful expression.

"Oh~ of course it wasn't your fault." Baimu patted Fufuu on the head.

"Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets. I once used this battle to conquer a nation, but facing mere mortals like you, I shall do my best to leave your corpses intact." Sasori's figure hid among the three hundred puppets, ensuring his safety as much as possible. He had already felt threatened by the earlier power of time.

"Everyone gather around, form a circle back to back," Baimu commanded. At a time like this, hugging together to counterattack was the absolute truth.

Sasori might have found a new love and forgotten the old, or perhaps he didn't even bother to kidnap Sara, simply leaving her lying on the ground. Nonou casually rescued her, pulling her into the defensive circle as well.

Fortunately, this batch of Sasori's puppets lacked sufficient funds or time to be fitted with ranged weapons; after all, too much effort and money had been poured into perfecting the Third Kazekage over the past few years.

Of course, the close-quarters combat ability of these guys was no joke either. Fearless of pain, unafraid of death, with bodies like steel, they were the most terrifying enemies for any kind of warrior.

Under Sasori's control, the three hundred red-robed puppets swept down like predatory eagles, their long blades slashing across like fish scales. Even if everyone took just one hit, they would be sliced clean away.

Merely a single wave of attacks and Maki, serving as the main defense, had both his arms severed. Fortunately, Nonou caught him quickly; otherwise, Grandma Chiyo would have had him remodeled into a human weapon later on.

The webs between Yura's thumbs and forefingers split open, and her weapons were knocked flying to god knows where, while Karin busily bandaged and treated her.

"This won't work," Maki shook his head. Sasori's puppets were simply too strong; in terms of the threat level, they were hardly weaker than the Third Kazekage.

"I have a great idea," Baimu cast a malicious glance at his three shadow clones.

"Bah! Such a humiliating thing, I'm not doing it!" Understanding Baimu's intention, the shadow clones shook their heads frantically.

"Away you go! Ura!!!" Baimu let out a morale-boosting cry, and the shadow clones charged forward as if pumped full of chicken blood, their target unexpectedly being the steel tower bases at the four corners of the underground palace!

This was an energy tower used to supply chakra to the entire city. Anrokuzan had poured immense effort and spent a massive amount of steel to build this steel-structured high tower!

Following Sasori's gas tank explosion earlier and the subsequent corrosion from the acid mist, the foundations of the entire high tower were already teetering on the verge of collapse.

If hundreds of tons of this tower came crashing down and failed to crush a hundred or eighty puppets, Baimu would change his last name to Karin.

"Hei~ tui!"

The three shadow clones ran beneath the steel framework and began spitting wildly. The highly corrosive acid liquid instantly softened and corroded the steel, causing the already unstable high tower to shake violently.

Shadow Clone No. 7 even brazenly leaped onto a load-bearing crossbeam and began vomiting continuously. The acid liquid streamed down the steel beams, immediately producing a sizzling corrosion noise.

"Fufuu, build a mud-prison defense cave!" Having a ninjutsu-specialized partner nearby was truly wonderful; there was never any worry about food, drinks, or entertainment.

"A bridal chamber! Right now?" A blush suddenly bloomed across Fufuu's face, and after a few hand seals, layers of rock walls rose from the ground, combining into an inverted dome that firmly protected everyone inside.

"This bastard... does he actually intend to bring the tower down?" Sasori glared hatefully at the three shadow clones, waving his hand to blanket them with dozens of puppet bodies that immediately sliced them into plumes of smoke. But it was already too late; the main steel beams had been corroded past the point of saving.

Sasori first attempted to have a hundred human puppets step in to replace the steel beams and prop the structure up, but it was beyond saving. The entire high tower was a single unified entity; move one hair and the whole body is affected. Once a few steel beams snapped, the other already unstable parts fractured right along with them.

Immediately, the entire high tower collapsed with the unstoppable force of a landslide and a shattering earth. The cables at the top snapped one by one, plunging the entire city of Lolan into instant darkness. The sea of puppet soldiers that Kakuzu was fighting dropped down like falling rain.

Sasori only had time to control his puppets into forming a human pyramid, protecting himself tightly within.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

The Dragon Vein high tower collapsed with a deafening roar, sending dust billowing a hundred meters into the sky. The unrestrained pillar of Dragon Vein light shot straight into the clouds, a spectacle visible from dozens of miles away.

"Useless trash! Sasori couldn't even block a mere handful of people! And he calls himself the greatest puppeteer in the Ninja World!" Anrokuzan roared angrily.

...

Baimu and the others remained safely hidden inside the earth prison constructed by Fufuu. After a few minutes of continuous shaking, peace finally returned.

In the pitch-black underground, nobody knew who was around them. If someone were to commit a small misdeed at this moment... they wouldn't guess it was me, right? Hehehehe... Baimu chuckled lewdly and mischievously.

Though, he was only thinking about it.

Crick, crack...

Clack. A fireball ignited, illuminating the surrounding area. Yura glared frostily at Baimu, lifting a cleaver: "Which hand touched me?"

"What the hell, what are you doing!" Baimu wore a look of utter bewilderment.

"I asked which hand touched me!"

"I really didn't! It wasn't me!" Baimu raised both hands to prove his innocence.

"If it wasn't you, then who?" Yura stared fixedly at Baimu. Everyone else was staring at Baimu too; they all knew he was the only one capable of pulling off such a stunt.

"Maki, it must be you! You're such a closet pervert!" Baimu pointed an accusing finger at Maki.

Maki raised his newly reattached arm, clearly incapable of committing any mischief just yet.

"Tobi!" Baimu pointed at his dear mother figure.

"How can you groundlessly accuse an innocent little kitty cat?" Tobi smiled innocently.

"If he touched me, he touched me, what's the big deal? Master~ there's even bigger ones over here～" Fufuu rubbed herself persistently against Baimu.

"Scram, I didn't touch anything!" Baimu was practically driving himself crazy. Why did everyone suspect he was a pervert? Even if their guess was right, everything required evidence; they couldn't just wrong him like this.

"Tee-hee-hee-hee..." Karin covered her mouth and giggled secretly.

"What a disaster! Thieves within the household are the hardest to guard against!" Baimu raised his hand, ultimately lacking the heart to strike down.

Only then did Yura take a deep breath and lower her weapon.

"It's at least a C, yo～" Karin whispered softly into Baimu's ear.

"Really?" Baimu asked pleasantly surprised.

Bang!

A blow from the iron hammer of love.

While everyone was romping and playing, a monk wearing a straw conical hat suddenly appeared out of the darkness, as if he had been standing there all along, yet also as if he had just arrived.

"Benefactor, do not let worldly desires cloud your mind..."

"Damn it, a bald monk peeping will give you stye eyes!" Baimu jumped in fright.