"This... he resolved the crash so perfectly? And minimized the impact of the crash with the final extended late braking."
Hao Dong felt he was no longer a commentator, but rather an audience member. He couldn't understand almost any of Lin Yan's thoughts, and every move he made brought him immense shock.
"I don't know what else to say besides 'awesome', damn it, Lin Yan is awesome!"
"Lin Yan is awesome..."
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The bullet comments had already flooded the screen with "Lin Yan is awesome."
It had to be said that this maneuver alone could teach a lesson to most of the professional racers at the Isle of Man.
Lin Yan used the exit speed from the slide to accelerate again.
Although his technique was spot on, this save still consumed most of Lin Yan's stamina.
He was now relying purely on willpower to endure; otherwise, he might not have been able to hold on.
Originally, he had planned to formally confess to Su Mojin with the Isle of Man trophy, but it seemed now that winning would require him to go all out.
Lin Yan hadn't intended to push himself to the limit, but now it seemed he had no choice.
In his previous life, he gave his all in every race. But in this life, perhaps because he had a second chance, he had become somewhat fearful, afraid of dying on the track again, and had even strayed from his original intention of participating in the Isle of Man.
Since he had come to this track, he should not fear death.
With his current results, winning the championship was almost impossible, but there was still a chance if he gambled. Since there was a chance to win, he had to go for it.
Lin Yan was never one to be indecisive. With that thought, he acted immediately.
Enduring the soreness in his arms, Lin Yan's mental state had now reached the peak of his previous life.
At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the person from his past life.
On the downhill section of the Ramsey hairpin, Lin Yan pushed the Ducati V4SP's engine speed to its limit.
A tremendous engine roar echoed on the final straight of the Ramsey hairpin.
"This... this is foot braking!"
Hao Dong swore again.
At the end of this straight, with Rossi's leg technique and extremely aggressive heavy braking, Lin Yan even lowered his leg, which was suspended in mid-air, to the ground.
His riding boot scraped the ground, emitting a puff of white smoke. Lin Yan was now using every possible method to slow down before entering the corner.
"This... first leg braking, and now foot braking."
"I... I'm too excited to speak."
"My mom asked why I'm watching the broadcast on my knees..."
"Look quickly, the speed through the Ramsey hairpin is out, the speed has increased, faster than before!"
"The fastest man has reappeared!"
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The bullet comments in the live stream were also in shock.
To conserve energy, Lin Yan grazed the ground with almost half of his body while cornering.
This not only saved energy but also used his body to support the stability of the motorcycle. However, the obvious drawback was that it was extremely dangerous.
The leather suit scraped against the ground with a squeaking sound.
When he flipped over again, a patch of the graphic design on his leather suit had been worn away.
Just as Lin Yan was making his explosive move, Michael almost had a problem. In a corner of the "Furnace," his bike shook violently, and the rear wheel bounced, nearly causing him to lose control.
His bike-saving technique was not as strong as Lin Yan's, so he had to ease off the throttle and slow down to stabilize the bike.
Easing off the throttle meant reducing his lap time.
Watching Lin Yan's almost insane riding style, Zhang Mingzhi in the pit garage was very worried.
Since arriving at the Isle of Man, he hadn't been very interested in Lin Yan's results, as his focus was on MotoGP. However, he was extremely concerned about Lin Yan's safety. Not to mention their relationship as the young master of the family, but also as Ducati's future hope, he had to take it seriously.
Li Wei, standing beside him, was equally nervous. Over the years, the young master's safety had become more important to him than his own life.
As Lin Yan unleashed his power, the spectators in the stands also became excited. Apart from the middle-aged women, both old and new fans were cheering for Lin Yan, with some even shouting themselves hoarse.
Although Lin Yan on the track couldn't hear them, it couldn't stop the excitement in their hearts.
"Damn, they say 46 has solid technique, and 93 is fearless. This 27 is both technically sound and fearless!"
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An additional update for Boss Luoye!
Here we go again!
The next chapter: Ascending to the Championship