F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

It was exactly 3 p.m.

Fighter jets roared overhead at Albert Park Circuit, the national anthem finished, and the drivers and engineers took their positions.

The red light was still on at the exit of the maintenance area passage.

Lin Feng was fully equipped, wearing a helmet emblazoned with the five-star red flag and his name, and sat quietly in the cockpit of race car number 28. Behind him was his teammate Albon, who had also started from the pit lane.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, retrieved the bottle of 'Basic Dynamic Vision Enhancement Potion' he had just drawn from the system space, and drank it all in one gulp.

A cool sensation instantly washed over his entire body. When he opened his eyes again, the world around him seemed to slow down a little, and every detail became incredibly clear.

"Paul, are the engine coolant and oil temperatures normal?" Lin Feng pressed the radio.

"Everything's fine, Lin," Paul's voice came through the headset. "The top speed setup on the main straight is ready for you, and the starting lights on the track will be on soon."

Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed on the direction of Turn 1 of the track through the narrow exit of the pit lane.

On the departure grid, five red lights lit up in sequence.

The roar of the engines echoed in the air, as if ten thousand wild beasts were growling at the same time.

Red light off!

Game start!

"Five red lights are out! The 2024 Australian Grand Prix has officially started!" The commentator's excited voice resounded throughout the stadium via the loudspeaker.

A cloud of white smoke billowed up on the main straight ahead as eighteen race cars shot toward the narrow first bend like arrows released from a bow.

From the perspective of the maintenance area, all that can be seen is a colorful tail fin flashing wildly.

After the last race car passed the safety line at the exit of the pit lane, the red light in front of Lin Feng finally turned green.

"Green light! Exit!" Paul shouted.

Lin Feng released the clutch and floored the accelerator.

The rear wheels of the FW46 race car screeched wildly on the asphalt, shooting out of the pit lane with a pungent cloud of blue smoke, with Albon close behind.

Meanwhile, in a gym in Los Angeles, USA.

Although it was late at night, Gu Ailing, who had just finished strength training, was not sleepy at all.

She sat cross-legged on a yoga mat, with two devices set up on the coffee table in front of her: an iPad playing the official F1 broadcast, and a laptop with her F1 TV subscription, tuned to Lin Feng's No. 28 car's T-cam.

"What bad luck! I was running so fast, but they had to start from the very back." Gu Ailing muttered to herself as she chewed on an energy bar and stared at the screen.

On the live broadcast, the battle between Turn 1 and Turn 2 was exceptionally fierce.

McLaren's Norris got off to a great start and is putting pressure on Ferrari's Sainz, while the midfield teams are all crammed together.

Gu Ailing's attention quickly shifted to the laptop screen.

In the video, Lin Feng has just driven out of the maintenance area and is at the end of the first lap.

Since he didn't need to battle with other cars on the starting grid, his car was in perfect condition, and the tire temperature was just right.

At the end of the straight ahead lies Albert Park Circuit's famous Turn 3.

This is a right-angled bend that requires gravity braking. Because there is a long DRS straight section before entering the bend, it has always been a high-risk area for overtaking and accidents.

Through the car's camera, Gu Ailing could see that about 100 meters ahead, several mid-to-lower-tier racing teams were locked in a fierce battle.

Just then!

"My God..." Gu Ailing sat up straight.

On the screen, Haas driver Kevin Magnussen, in an attempt to overtake Toro Rosso's Daniel Ricciardo on the outside before entering the corner, chose an incredibly late braking point.

It's too late!

At speeds exceeding 300 kilometers per hour, Magnussen's right front wheel locked up instantly, emitting a large cloud of white smoke.

The Haas car, which should have been following the curve, rear-ended the Toro Rosso. Both cars instantly lost all grip and slid sideways to the outside of the track!

At this moment, Lin Feng's No. 28 race car, with extremely high tail speed, had just entered the braking area of ​​Turn 3!

From Gu Ailing's perspective, this was practically a doomed situation.

The Haas race car blocked the middle of the forest road, its massive body blocking all driving routes. Lin Feng was going too fast, and there was no way he could stop it!

"Lin Feng, get out of the way!" Gu Ailing couldn't help but scream at the screen, covering her mouth tightly with both hands.

Meanwhile, on the Williams team's control stand.

"Yellow flag! Yellow flag at Turn 3!"

"The car is out of control! It's Magnussen and Ricciardo!"

Team leader James Walls suddenly stood up, bracing himself on the control panel in front of him, panting heavily, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the screen.

On the radar screen, the red dots representing Magnussen and Ricardo were moving horizontally, while the blue dot representing Lin Feng was hurtling straight toward the red dot at a terrifying relative speed!

"Lin! Brake hard! There's an accident ahead!" Race engineer Paul yelled into the radio, "Turn left! Move into the buffer zone!"

But everything happened so fast that less than a second passed between Magnussen locking his tires and the two cars about to collide.

No human reflex is sufficient to cope with such a sudden and catastrophic disaster.

However, in Lin Feng's cockpit, time flowed at a strange and unusual pace.

The effects of the "Basic Dynamic Vision Enhancement Potion" were maximized at this moment.

In Lin Feng's view, everything slowed down.

He could clearly see the surface of the Haas tires that had locked up, the rubber peeling and melting from the intense friction; he could see the trail of the white smoke swirling in the air; he could even see Magnussen's desperate and terrified eyes through the Haas race car's visor.

Paul's screams over the radio sounded to Lin Feng as if they had been slowed down dozens of times, becoming low and indistinct.

"Left? No, O'Connor is dodging; going left will mean rear-ending him."

"Heavy braking? The distance is too short. If the brakes lock up, it will definitely smash through Magnussen's cockpit like a cannonball."

In the blink of an eye, with the system's support, Lin Feng's brain instantly completed countless route deductions.

Finally, his gaze settled on the far right side of the track, where Magnussen slid his car's rear end into the red and white shoulder, where there was a narrow gap less than two meters wide!

"Let's give it our all!"

Lin Feng decided to fight to the death. He released the brakes slightly, then gripped the steering wheel tightly and swerved sharply to the right!

"Sizzle—"

The left tire of the Williams FW46 screamed in agony as it couldn't bear the strain, and a long string of dazzling sparks flew from the chassis of the race car.

"It's over..." James Walls closed his eyes in despair, seemingly already envisioning the car's suspension breaking and debris flying everywhere.

But the next second, the entire Williams garage erupted in screams of terror, as if the roof had been blown off!

On the big screen, the dark blue No. 28 race car, with an unbelievable and bizarre posture reminiscent of the Lingbo Weibu in martial arts novels, slid at an angle of nearly 15 degrees and squeezed through the rear wing and crash barrier of the Haas race car!

At the moment the two race cars collided, Lin Feng's left front wing endplate was less than three centimeters away from Magnussen's right rear tire!

Even if he deviates by just half a finger's width, Lin Feng's front suspension will shatter instantly!

The instant he passed through the gap, Lin Feng once again demonstrated the incredible car control abilities brought about by his [Legendary Chassis Tuning Mastery]. He counter-steered with lightning speed, while simultaneously applying a precise traction with his right foot. The rear of the race car, which had been violently twisting, was instantly brought to a standstill as if held down by an invisible hand, and it roared past the curb!

"Holy Jesus Christ!!"

Commentator Croft buried his face in his hands in the live stream, exclaiming, "What did Lin do?! He didn't even crash into him?! He not only dodged Magnussen, but he didn't even lose any speed! What kind of reflex speed is that?! Is it some kind of mysterious Eastern magic?!"

On Williams' command platform, Paul stared blankly at the blue dot on the radar screen that had successfully passed through the danger zone and continued to speed forward, his mouth agape for a long time.

He felt as if his heart had stopped beating for at least two seconds.

Wols slammed his fist on the table in excitement: "Well done! Absolutely fantastic!"

And in a gym in Los Angeles.

Gu Ailing finally lowered her hand from her mouth and gasped for breath.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat.

"This is too exciting..." She watched Lin Feng's figure continue to chase the car in front on the screen, her eyes shining with disbelief. She immediately picked up her phone and sent a message to the "Overseas Wandering Athletes" group.

Gu Ailing: [Ahhhhhh! Did you guys see what happened just now?! Lin Feng's dodge was simply inhuman! So cool! So cool! So cool!]

Zhou Guanyu (offline).

Lin Feng (offline).

He Muni: [I saw it! I saw it! Alex was almost scared to death in the back! Lin Feng's reaction speed is amazing!]

On the track.

Lin Feng, who had survived the ordeal, let out a long breath.

The effects of the "Primary Dynamic Vision Enhancement Potion" were still ongoing; his nerves were highly excited, but his mind remained calm and undisturbed.

"Paul, I'm still alive." Lin Feng pressed the radio button. "After the game, tell Magnussen that next time he launches a torpedo, I'll make him regret it. Also, I suggest he get his eyesight checked, or buy some clean underwear."

Upon hearing Lin Feng's extremely irritating remark, Paul couldn't help but laugh out loud over the radio.

"Received, Lin. I will relay this truthfully. Your racing data is currently normal, and the suspension is undamaged." Paul took a deep breath. "The accident caused the cars in front to lose speed. The Alpine and Toro are now less than two seconds ahead of you."

"receive."