Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 366 Driving School Horror

At the driving training ground, the sounds of Xuan Hong car engines rose and fell as trainees focused on their respective test items.

A silver-gray car slowly drove into the reverse parking area. Just as it came to a stop, a car suddenly sped out from the adjacent garage. Inside, an elderly man with white hair, veins bulging, gripped the roof handle tightly with both hands and roared at the top of his lungs, "Ah! You should be reversing!"

Sun Wukong, sitting in the driver's seat, scratched his messy black hair. His憨厚 (honest and simple) smile froze instantly. He stared wide-eyed and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Reversing? Sorry."

Before he could finish speaking, he frantically slammed on the accelerator pedal. Instead of reversing, the car shot forward like an arrow.

The vehicles driving normally ahead honked their horns urgently, the piercing sound mingling with the screams of the passengers inside.

Sun Wukong's pupils contracted sharply, his arm muscles tensed, and he abruptly turned the steering wheel, causing the car to shake violently, with the tires screeching against the ground.

The two cars sped past, sparks flying. The old man's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his chest heaved violently as he let out a long sigh.

In the blink of an eye, the one-way tunnel came into view, and cars filed out one after another.

But Sun Wukong's car was going the wrong way. The old instructor's forehead veins bulged as he desperately pounded the seat, shouting hoarsely, "Step on the brakes! Step on the brakes!"

Sun Wukong's lips trembled, and he managed to squeeze out a few indistinct syllables: "Step on the brakes. This..."

He then stomped down heavily.

He actually stepped on the gas!

The car accelerated like a runaway beast, the roar of its engine echoing through the tunnel.

Sun Wukong was so anxious that his face turned red, his teeth were grinding, and he frantically twisted the steering wheel with both arms.

The car spiraled and tumbled through the tunnel, sparks flying as it scraped against the walls.

In a moment of extreme danger, it miraculously grazed past other vehicles and rushed out of the tunnel.

The old man's face was ashen, his legs limp and resting on the car door. He didn't even have the strength to turn his head, and could only weakly and angrily shout, "Cut the steering wheel! Cut the steering wheel!"

Sun Wukong blinked his innocent-looking big eyes, tilted his head in confusion, and asked, "Huh? You really want to cut the steering wheel?"

"Cut it quickly!"

Amid the old man's almost desperate roar, Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly flashed with intense light, and his hands instantly gathered a layer of crystalline energy. He slashed out with his right palm like a knife, shouting, "Ha!"

The steering wheel broke instantly.

At the same time, he released his foot from the accelerator, and the hovercar, having exhausted its energy, wobbled and plummeted into the sea like a bird with broken wings, splashing water everywhere.

The old man slumped in his seat, panting heavily, and said weakly, "It looks like you'll have to wait another year to get your driver's license."

"Another year! No way! I need to hurry up and train so I can defeat the androids that might destroy Earth in three years!"

Sun Wukong clenched his fists, scratching his head in frustration.

The old man rolled his eyes and simply turned his head away, refusing to look at this "troublemaker" anymore.

At that moment, Shang Yun's hovercar sped past overhead, its streamlined body drawing a graceful arc in the air.

On the bridge, an all-terrain vehicle was driving smoothly. The young female instructor in the passenger seat had her eyebrows curved and a gentle smile on her lips. She nodded repeatedly: "Very good, very good, do it this way, hold the steering wheel firmly."

Piccolo, in the driver's seat, glanced sideways at the sea and saw Goku's disheveled appearance. His lips twitched slightly, and he muttered to himself, "That idiot."

The old man, his face ashen, steadily parked the car in the driver's seat against the vertical wall, the metal tires screeching against the magnetic rails.

As he deftly fastened his seatbelt, his Adam's apple bobbed as he squeezed out a dry, admonishing tone: "Okay, just like that, gently press the accelerator."

"Step on the gas..."

Sun Wukong tilted his head and leaned close to the dashboard, his dark eyes reflecting the flashing indicator lights, muttering to himself.

Suddenly his eyes widened and he slammed his foot down on the pedal as if he were pounding garlic.

The engine roared like a beast, and the car shot forward like a cannonball. The powerful thrust slammed the old man against the seat back, and the seatbelt made his face turn red: "I told you to step on it gently, ouch!"

Ahead on the road, Bick was driving slowly, his green skin gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

As the gust of wind lifted his robes, his amber pupils contracted sharply, and the veins on his neck bulged: "Very well, Sun Wukong, you want to fight me, is that it? Come on!"

Bick slammed on the gas pedal, and the hovercar spewed out indigo flames from its rear, chasing after it like an arrow released from a bow.

The young female instructor in the passenger seat smiled encouragingly, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons: "Very good, Mr. Bick, you're driving very well now, just like that."

Her slender fingers lightly tapped the dashboard, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a child.

The two cars sped along the highway like wild horses, their tires kicking up dust that blotted out the sky.

The students practicing reversing by the roadside dropped their steering wheels in terror, watching two dark figures, trailing sand and gravel, whiz past.

Gohan and Flying Dragon had arrived at the driving school and were leaning on the fence, watching the two cars speeding away one after the other. The boy's young face was filled with worry: "Dad... Uncle Piccolo..."

At the bend, Bick's car suddenly drifted out in a perfect arc, sparks flying like fireflies from the friction between the tires and the ground.

He precisely cut into the inner passage, plunging down the steep mountainside.

The two cars met on a narrow one-way street, and at the moment their metal bodies collided, dazzling sparks flew.

Sun Wukong's chariot was thrown into the air by the impact, spiraling upwards towards the sky.

Bick's vehicle crashed heavily to the ground, then bounced back into the air from the impact.

"boom--!"

The blazing flames engulfed the entire sky, and from the mushroom cloud of smoke, two twisted carriage frames plummeted like giant birds with broken wings.

The crowd below erupted in screams, and someone pointed tremblingly to the sky: "A car crash! Check if anyone's dead!"

Before the echoes of the explosion had faded, two figures plummeted from the sky.

Sun Wukong's arms were wrapped tightly around the old coach like iron clamps, his back arched in a protective curve, and many parts of his skin were scorched red by the shockwave, with wisps of smoke rising from the edges of his tattered uniform.

On the other side, Bick's expression was stern, his dark green skin covered with burn marks, and the clothes on his shoulders had long been charred into shreds by the flames. After landing steadily, he carefully put the young female coach down, his movements unusually gentle.

At this point, both coaches had already fainted.

The two men's charred wounds were still bleeding, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh.

Sun Wukong scratched his head sheepishly, a forced smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, completely ignoring the pain caused by the aggravation of his wound.

Piccolo, with a gloomy face, glared at Goku and let out a muffled groan of dissatisfaction.