Chapter 146: Underground Battle

The underground battle looked too strange. Shikamaru and the clones were able to sense the ground and coordinate movements easily. With Santoru, things are a little different: having lost the light, the enemy relied on the highest level of Mole's technique. If he did not possess it at the proper level, he simply could not even use the poison. Fortunately, the technique made it possible to feel everything that was happening around and be guided by magnetic vibrations. The poisonous genome did not require seals, almost like Kaguya's bones, this allowed him to somehow get out of a terrible situation. He could not use other Ninjutsu for obvious reasons ... The appearance of the clone further angered the experienced Blood Mist Jonin. He was chased underground like some kind of field rat!

- Damn it! - the sharpest roots, turned into spears, rushed irresistibly towards the goal. The ground obstructed a little, but this only slightly affected their speed and almost did not change their sharpness. Under the loud rumble of the soil, spears drilled their way to the victim. At the same time, with wild fury, the shinobi fought his way up, wherever he passed the earth made a hissing sound, it was slowly corroded by a green liquid, all the roots shared the fate of the soil. Santoru put everything on this maneuver, he wanted to get out at all costs, otherwise everything would end in the worst way! He already began to feel not a weak fear of this invisible enemy. In this darkness of the dungeon, he grew every second ...

On the surface, Shikamaru opened his eyelids and looked at the remaining clones before nodding.

- Go ahead.

Without further ado, the four moved to a certain place on the ground, the roots in an instant parted to the sides, revealing a free area. The copies were arranged in a circle and several hand seals were simultaneously folded. At the moment the hands of the clones were on the ground, all the chakra embedded in them immediately rushed into the next Ninjutsu. A dark purple dome appeared right before our eyes, three clones disappeared at a moment, and the last one remained to keep contact with this hemisphere, the size of which was quite enough to contain the enemy.

Santoru, on the other hand, could not pay attention to something else, at the moment he was trying to fight off hundreds of furious spears. He destroyed most of them with acid, but a few still managed to get into his body. The wounds are not fatal, but very unpleasant! The shinobi was angry, only a couple of times in his life he was in such a terrible situation and both of the last times were in childhood during the height of the war. Then he vowed to become as strong as possible and not allow such a recurrence. Now he is an experienced jonin, and he is so brutally squeezed!

With a searing rage that rivals his acid, Santou finally reached the end, he felt the way out. Something seemed strange to him, a sense of danger arose at the same moment, but how could he be distracted when the spears continued to catch up, and the number of roots doubled closer to the surface? They tried to grab and pierce him, all he could was to break out wherever they looked and plunge the damned bastard! He will pour out all his anger at the same moment and no trees will save this man! The acid will burn everything in its path!

With a fierce grin, the final tree barrier was burned out, and then the ground finally ended. He broke free! The feeling of long-awaited freedom surged over as quickly as it evaporated. Something dark blocked the vision, something strange ...

- Do you think this will stop me ?! Dream on! - with a gleam of hatred in his eyes, Santoru again spat out a wave of acid, which at the moment reached the walls of the adamantine dome. Already about to break through, the acid Santora immediately froze in bewilderment. The dome shook sharply and then began to expand underground. In a moment, the dome turned into a sphere, into a solid adamantine prison!

For the first time since the battle, Santora was enveloped in such a terrible foreboding. Without a second thought, he folded his hand seals and shouted:

- Poisonous tornado! A column of dark green acid burst out of the shinobi's mouth with a spit. This time, the jet exceeded all the previous ones dozens of times. The acid concentration exceeded it even more. Yet he could now use full-fledged ninjutsu. But this technique, having reached the adamantine dome, barely burned the impregnable protection of the metal.

- What the fuck is this ?! - in horror, Santoru realized the incredible, this dome is terrifyingly strong! It should be understood that any of his acid ninjutsu at the moment melted even the most durable metal structures, not to mention stones. The vision of such a situation was really frightening! Then, the adamantium prison shook again. Sharp blades slowly began to form on the inner surface. Horror overwhelmed the shinobi, he immediately realized that he had met with someone really dangerous, and perhaps even a couple of such ninjas. He had never heard of the ability to manipulate metal before!

Now Santou was not going to exchange for small Jutsu. With the fastest speed he could muster, he folded nearly twenty seals and shouted at the top of his lungs:

- Forbidden Technique: Acid Horror! Tearing the mask off his face, Santoor grabbed his jaw and mercilessly ripped open his own mouth. At the same moment, a bright glow reached the tongue. The ninja's body trembled, and the tubes around his neck lit up with an ominous emerald glow. At this moment, his disfigured face and torn mouth looked truly intimidating. But for him, rather the sharpest metal spears, slowly forming for a decisive attack, looked intimidating.

Time seemed to stop, standing on the other side of Shikamaru was already covered with sweat. Waste chakra for this fight was not at all small, especially for the dome of adamantium. At this time, on the other side of the sphere, it was no longer a clone, but Shikamaru himself. The chakra consumption for wood techniques and everything else turned out to be very impressive. But it was definitely worth it. No matter how the enemy contrived, now he only had to wait for an obedient death. The spears will slowly pierce him and turn him into a leaky body, he will die faster than the jutsu will dissipate. Terrible technique, but really not that difficult. Rather, the chakra is wasted all the pain is in it. Controlling liquid adamantium is not a childish technique at all ...

At that moment, on the back of the sphere, Shikamaru felt something strange and then widened his eyes in surprise. The dome trembled, and then slowly began to weaken in a certain area. At the same time, inside the sphere, several adamantine copies melted slightly from the acid, and a small section of the sphere was almost completely broken through. That's just, almost ...

Despair filled Santora's bloody eyes, and then the dome finally burst. The impenetrable structure still could not stand and a small hole appeared on it, but the poisonous Ninjutsu Santora completely lost its power. Only a small hole, this is the limit ... The tubes on the neck burst, the shinobi fell to his knees and pulled out a long puddle of green liquid, steam rose, and then the ninja threw up his head, peering into the reversed darkness of the sphere. All he saw was a pair of dark bloody eyes and six gray tomoe. His thoughts were instantly interrupted by the reflection of a dark purple point, in horror Santora only caught the blade rushing into his face. Following, darkness enveloped the world ...