However, Lin Yan gave him no opportunity at this moment. After overtaking, he made a 68-degree lean, pushing his speed to the extreme. Even if Reisner braked later, it wouldn't be enough distance.
Over the next three corners, Lin Yan's lean angle was lower than Reisner's in each one.
"Hoo," Reisner took a deep breath under his helmet, calming himself.
He understood clearly that if Lin Yan gained distance now, it would be very difficult to reclaim the position later.
It was easy for Lin Yan to catch up to him, but much harder for him to catch up to Lin Yan, even though Lin Yan's tire condition was much worse at this moment.
Personal skill could truly mask the gap between the vehicles.
Under everyone's gaze, Reisner pushed his braking point even further back. At this moment, Reisner's braking point had reached a very dangerous level.
"He's challenging himself!"
After a moment of silence, Ben Tian's chief mechanic spoke. This level of braking exceeded Reisner's tolerance limit, and such braking was prone to accidents.
On his home turf, Reisner desperately wanted to win.
Two wheels were different from four. If he braked too hard, the rider might lose control of the motorcycle, which could easily lead to an accident.
Before entering the corner, Reisner's motorcycle vibrated violently. Reisner gripped the handlebars tightly, stabilizing the bike.
The violent shaking made Reisner's hands go numb, but fortunately, he managed to stabilize it in the end.
The later braking made Reisner's lap time slightly faster, but if Reisner braked like this in every subsequent corner, the risk would be extremely high.
Reisner hadn't done this before, but today he was prepared to try.
The extreme braking allowed Reisner to barely keep up with Lin Yan. If he could continue to follow like this, it would be advantageous for Reisner.
However, it was clear that Reisner couldn't maintain this pace consistently. Of course, Lin Yan also couldn't maintain such high lean angles into corners. Both were engaged in a war of attrition, seeing who would break first.
Looking at the tires, Reisner had the advantage. Looking at the skill, Lin Yan had the advantage.
The two motorcycles roared past on the track, one after the other. Lin Yan led the way, with Reisner closely following behind.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Why ask such a stupid question? Of course, Lin Shen will win."
...
After three laps, the race entered its final lap. Just as everyone thought Lin Yan would hold on and continue to lead to the finish line.
Lin Yan's motorcycle wobbled, and he suddenly leaned towards the ground. With quick reflexes, Lin Yan didn't hesitate. He braced himself with his arm against the ground, and the motorcycle sprang back up.
A spectacular save.
The motorcycle was righted again, and the fans' cheers abruptly stopped. Lin Yan's maneuver startled the Chinese fans. If he had crashed while leading, it would have been such a regrettable outcome, something no one could accept.
The GP22 crossed the finish line. Lin Yan had achieved the feat of starting from thirteenth place and finishing first.
Reisner followed closely, taking second place, with KT in third.
On the other hand, in the Australian stands, Reisner's supporters were subdued. Losing on home turf was something very difficult for Australian fans to accept, especially since they had dominated championships here for many years.
At this moment, Reisner understood what Qionghai had felt last time – being dominated on home turf. He couldn't understand how Lin Yan's skill had improved so rapidly.
From his experience during the race, he could sense that Lin Yan's skill had improved significantly in every race.
At the Shanghai race, he could barely beat him, but now he could easily overtake him.
Climbing from thirteenth to first place was a terrifying achievement in MotoGP.
"Forget it, none of that matters anymore." Reisner shook his arm. The final control of the bike had left his arms extremely sore.
"Alright, relax."
Ma Wang walked over and patted Reisner on the shoulder. Genius was something that couldn't be explained in words.
Even he didn't understand what treasure Lin Yan had consumed to be so formidable at such a young age.
Driving the bike back to the pit, Lin Yan took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his face.
With three consecutive wins in the Grand Prix, Ducati's pit was already celebrating.
After a bit of commotion, Lin Yan took off his pit suit. As he emerged from the lounge, he saw two familiar figures.
"Congratulations!"
Reisner congratulated Lin Yan, his mindset now adjusted.
For Reisner, racing was a matter of fate.
If he lost, he lost. There was nothing to dwell on.
Lin Yan returned Reisner's congratulations. Reisner was a worthy opponent in his eyes.
He was straightforward, able to win and lose with grace.
After a brief conversation and some mutual praise, Lin Yan turned his attention to another person.
His master had also come.
Accompanying Reisner was none other than Ma Wang, one of Lin Yan's two masters from his previous life.
The presence of a superstar like Ma Wang in Ducati's pit puzzled the fans.
The spectators outside were also speculating about Ma Wang's intentions in visiting Ducati's pit.
"Why is Ma Wang not staying in Ben Tian's pit and instead went to Ducati's pit?"
"What else could it be? Reisner must have gone to congratulate Lin Shen, and Ma Wang surely followed."
"Uh... although I know Lin Shen is very awesome, what level is Ma Wang? To proactively congratulate a junior, isn't that a bit..."
"I think so too... but Luo Xi was already riding with Lin Shen before. It shouldn't be a big deal for Ma Wang to go to Lin Shen's pit to congratulate him, right?"
"Whoa, guys, stop talking! Boss Luo just posted on social media congratulating Lin Shen on his championship!!!"
A startled exclamation came from the stands. Everyone in the stands quickly took out their phones and opened their social media platforms.
Opening the stands, everyone saw that Luo Xi had indeed posted a new message, and it was indeed congratulating Lin Shen on his championship.
Good heavens, in an instant, Lin Yan's fans felt immense pride!
A nine-time champion, a MotoGP legend, had posted to congratulate their idol on his victory. How could they not feel proud? They were bursting with pride.
"Look, the nine-time champion posted again!!!"