However, before Hao Dong could finish speaking, the result was already apparent to everyone.
"The Great Strength Miracle failed, Ma Li Gou directly blew up the kt in a straight line
They simply followed behind, waiting for Lin Yan's tires to be sufficiently worn down before slowing down and letting them catch up.
With no battles ahead, even Hao Dong could only focus on commentating on the drivers behind.
"Indeed, he can!"
Looking at the leading Lin Yan, Lina nodded. If the performance of the number twenty-seven car on the track was truly as impressive as Pete had said, then perhaps it was worth taking a gamble.
"Investigate this person's background."
Lina said to the female bodyguard beside her. Seeing this, she admitted she was tempted. To be able to crush renowned drivers Qiong Hai and Reisner in this race, this person indeed possessed the potential to become a legend, provided what Pete had said earlier was true.
This state continued until the eighth lap. By the eighth lap, the drivers had spread out somewhat, no longer tightly packed as at the start, but had become more dispersed, forming a long, winding snake of motorcycles on the track.
"They pushed too hard at the start, Lin Shen is now employing a tire-saving strategy." Hao Dong analyzed, observing the situation on the track.
The three of them remained in a stalemate for eight laps. It wasn't until the ninth lap that Lin Yan began to slow down, and the two behind him finally showed some reaction.
By the end of the eighth lap, the gap between Lin Yan and Qiong Hai had reached four seconds, a hundred meters. As the ninth lap began, Lin Yan's lap times started to decrease, and the entry angle into corners for his GP22 also became shallower.
Lin Yan had initially expected the two behind him to engage in a fierce battle. To his surprise, they merely swapped positions a couple of times and then stopped. This made Lin Yan contemplate going back to stir things up.
If they didn't start fighting, his tires would hardly last until the end.
At the next corner, as he was leaning into the turn, Lin Yan glanced back to check the positions of the two. Lin Yan had already exited the corner, while they were just entering it. This slight turn of his head was just enough to see their positions clearly.
Reisner in third? Good, that position was excellent, exactly to Lin Yan's liking.
After a moment of thought, Lin Yan then proceeded to show the two what true car control looked like, though his performance greatly startled the audience.
At the next corner, the rear suspension of Lin Yan's car bounced rapidly twice, followed by a violent shake of the chassis. With a flick of the rear wheel, Lin Yan's body was thrown up from the seat.
"Holy hell, he's going to highside!"
Hao Dong, who was commentating on the race, let out a startled cry upon seeing this. Such a large swing was a clear indication of excessive tire wear and loss of grip.
As Lin Yan was about to be thrown off, the fans in the stands simultaneously had the same thought: this isn't going to end in a crash, is it? The first crash of the race would be a huge loss.
After showing off for only five minutes, was he going to be proven wrong so quickly?
In the pit box, Su Mojin stood up in fright. Zhang Mingzhi was also jolted by the scene, and the entire team staff wore similar expressions. It was over, they were going to crash.
Su Hongyun and Zhang Yingrong, who were in the process of picking up food in front of the television, also stopped their actions.