Luo Xi's heart rate, in his prime, was top-tier GP level. Now that he was older, his heart wasn't as strong as before, but not by much.
Even among GP elites, Lin Yan had yet to see anyone capable of matching Luo Xi's heart rate.
In Lin Yan's opinion, his master Luo Xi's two most astonishing records were, one of them, his heart rate—that terrifyingly low heart rate.
From what Lin Yan understood, during his master's peak years before the age of thirty, his heart rate's highest peak had only reached 125, which was more than fifty beats lower than the drivers competing alongside him.
A heart rate peaking at only 125 during a race was a ceiling in any sport, let alone extreme sports like racing.
The other was the four hundred GP races his master had participated in throughout his career. Of course, this was also closely related to his master's heart rate; only a good heart could infinitely extend a driver's career.
At this moment, Hao Dong, who was commentating, also noticed Luo Xi's heart rate.
"A heart rate of 115. Good heavens, fifty beats lower than Lin Shen. This... I apologize, brothers. To be honest, in my entire commentary career, this is the first time I've ever seen a race car driver's heart rate this low, and so stable. Truly worthy of being a living fossil of GP, an evergreen tree. Amazing!"
Hao Dong, uncharacteristically, let out a curse.
Hearing Hao Dong's words, some of Luo Xi's fans who understood Chinese showed a proud smile. Fans and drivers shared the glory.
"Such a heart rate is truly terrifying."
From the pit room below the stands, a sentence was abruptly uttered by Ren Fei. He had only entered GP a few years ago and hadn't experienced Luo Xi's peak era, but he had heard of Boss Luo's terrifying heart rate. Seeing it firsthand now was truly shocking.
In extreme sports, there was an unwritten rule: the lower and more stable one's heart rate, the more formidable they were. It was unwritten because some individuals broke this pattern, like the anomaly Lin Yan, and also "Horse King."
But it was undeniable that a low heart rate was an extremely excellent talent.
Hearing this, Veneres nodded beside him, remaining silent. He had competed with Luo Xi in their youth and had witnessed his prowess. Being called a living fossil and an evergreen tree of GP was entirely fitting.
In the more than seventy years since GP's inception and over a thousand races held, this legend on track had participated in more than four hundred, nearly half. He had only retired at the age of 42, a fact that Veneres deeply admired.
Veneres was currently 38 years old. Even two years prior, he would have struggled to complete a full thirty-lap GP race.
Yet, at thirty-eight, Rossi not only completed the entire race but also won a Grand Prix.
Of course, this was also the last time he won a Grand Prix in his career, and this victory set the record for the oldest driver to win a Grand Prix in GP history. This record should not be underestimated; its value was immense.
"Mentor, do you think Brother Lin can win?"
"It's difficult."
Veneres glanced at the lap time comparison and said calmly.
In the first lap, Luo Xi was overall 0.02 seconds faster than Lin Yan. While this difference was negligible for a single lap, accumulated over the remaining laps, Lin Yan was likely to lose.
At Turn 1, it was difficult for Luo Xi to defend. Lin Yan used the slipstream advantage to regain position. After overtaking, Lin Yan immediately adopted a defensive line, keeping his car close to the inside until before Turn 5.
As Lin Yan navigated the corner, he glanced into his rearview mirror.
F1 cars and
If Luo Xi lost a bit more time in Turn 4, Lin Yan would have an overall advantage.