Even with some doubts, Lin Yan didn't have time to think too much at this moment. The biggest taboo in racing is distraction.
Quickly navigating the next few turns, Lin Yan and Ren Fei were already approaching the mountaintop.
Behind them, Tu Kun had only just reached the location of the previous cliff.
Undoubtedly, the record had been broken.
Described as a madman, Tu Kun's riding style was absolutely extreme. Not only was his lean angle immense, but his speed was also breakneck, pushing the H2R to its limits. He rode the bike close to the mountainside, and with the H2R, Tu Kun truly felt a significant improvement in lap times, proving its reputation as the king of street-legal bikes.
However, Tu Kun always felt his bike was unstable in the corners.
This made no sense. He had hired a top technician from Country A to tune his bike at great expense, so why was it shaking so much in the turns?
Tu Kun knew the H2R was lacking in cornering; he had tested it when he first got the bike, but it had never shaken like this.
Furthermore, after the technician finished the tuning, he had tested it again and encountered no such issues. He felt the bike was becoming more unstable with every ride.
Helplessly, Tu Kun had to reduce his speed, deciding to investigate the matter after the race.
Passing by the cliff, he saw sand and stones on the ground ahead and swerved to avoid them.
Initially thinking there were only a few patches of sand, Tu Kun avoided them only to discover a vast expanse of sandy terrain covering the entire ground ahead.
Instinctively braking and slowing down, unable to avoid it, Tu Kun rode the H2R directly over the sand.
The front wheel rapidly pressed through the mud and sand, followed by a slip of the rear wheel. The bike fishtailed, throwing Tu Kun to the ground. The sound of flesh hitting the ground reached Tu Kun's ears.
After falling, the bike shot towards the guardrail.
"Bang!"
Losing the race!
The Kawasaki H2R slammed violently into the guardrail beside the track, deforming it instantly.
Following that, Tu Kun, who had fallen, began to slide and, by sheer coincidence, collided with the H2R, hitting it like a hammer.
The guardrail, already under immense pressure, snapped under this impact. One section of the guardrail toppled over the mountainside, hanging precariously.
Fortunately, Tu Kun had slowed down when he hit the sandy patch at the last moment, so he wasn't thrown too hard.
The guardrail had been knocked off the cliff, but the rider and bike remained on the mountain. The lower half of the H2R was now suspended in mid-air. If he had accelerated even a little more aggressively, he probably would have gone over with the bike.
Tu Kun was stunned by the fall. After a moment, he shakily came to his senses and, looking at the scene before him, felt a surge of fear.
"Fuck, which son of a bitch scattered dirt on the ground!"
Quickly getting to his feet, Tu Kun cursed under his breath. Why was there sand here this year? It was like encountering a ghost!
He glanced back, saw no one behind him, and quickly picked up his bike, mounted it, and started the engine to continue the race.
"Huh? Where did Brother Kun go?"
"Damn, could something have happened!"
That whole incident happened in a blind spot for the cameras, so the surveillance didn't capture it. Seeing their leader enter that turn and not emerge for nearly a minute, Tu Kun's hundred or so subordinates started to get agitated.
"Look, look, he's out! He's out!"
As the scene became chaotic, one subordinate shouted excitedly. Hearing the commotion, the others refocused their attention on the screen.
The camera at the exit of the turn captured Tu Kun emerging, but the graphics on half of his bike were severely worn. Everyone then understood that he had crashed!
As long as he was alive, no one was surprised by Tu Kun's crash. He rode so aggressively; it was a miracle he wasn't killed.
Entering the turn, exiting the turn, shifting position, and entering again.
On the screen, Lin Yan and Ren Fei's movements were incredibly smooth and synchronized, like a copy-paste. At the same moment, their actions were almost identical, with only minor differences.
The level of cornering displayed left the onlookers in the crowd in awe of their skill.
Of course, some people started to covet Lin Yan's car. These individuals were unaware of the intricacies of professional racing and Lin Yan's background. Moreover, being thugs, what did background matter to them?
Su Mo Jin couldn't help but cast her gaze upon the screen, her eyes fixed on the figure speeding along the track, a mixture of worry and admiration in her gaze.
Vinaris and Zhang Mingzhi, on the other hand, felt no pressure. Having raced on the Isle of Man, such a small competition was nothing to Lin Yan.
Time flowed by, and the race entered its final few turns. The two factory bikes swiftly entered the tunnel of the second-to-last turn.
The entire tunnel was pitch black. Once inside, only a faint light could be seen from the exit in the distance.
The roar of the powerful engines echoed through the tunnel. In the blink of an eye, the two factory bikes shot out of the exit at high speed. However, as the bikes emerged from the tunnel, an unforeseen event occurred!
Lin Yan emerged first, with Ren Fei close behind. Just as Lin Yan's bike shot out of the tunnel, a massive mound of dirt fell from above the tunnel.
By the time it fell, the mound landed directly above Ren Fei, smashing onto his windshield.
Sand and stones exploded from the dirt pile, being blown by the wind into Ren Fei's face, covering his visor with dust.
With his vision obscured, Ren Fei instinctively braked and tried to control the bike! A heavy brake application caused the rear of the bike to lift sharply.
For a professional racer, losing sight of the track is extremely fatal.
After exiting the tunnel, there was a sharp left turn. If he couldn't brake in time, he would go straight off the cliff.
With unclear vision and an unknown path ahead, braking was the best option.
Ren Fei gripped the front brake tightly and then rapidly downshifted, using engine braking to control the rear wheel, braking with both front and rear!
This series of actions was entirely instinctual, requiring no visual input, and was completed in a short period.
The tires screeched against the ground, leaving long black streaks on the asphalt.
The braking system, worth over a million, finally came into play. Ren Fei was just a hair's breadth away from flying off the track, and it was only at the guardrail that he managed to bring the bike to a halt.
The moment the bike stopped, Ren Fei immediately tore off the visor's protective film. This was a habit of top professional racers; they wouldn't remove the film during a race, fearing unforeseen circumstances.
In case of unexpected events, tearing off the film could quickly restore vision.
As his vision cleared, Ren Fei himself broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing the scene before him.
Ren Fei's bike was pointed directly at the cliff, just one step away from going over.
He instinctively looked back. Above the tunnel was a dense patch of trees.