F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

The afternoon sun shone through the tree canopy, casting dappled shadows on the track.

However, at a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour, these lights and shadows were just rapidly passing dotted lines in Lin Feng's eyes.

The race has reached lap 23.

Fernando Alonso, who was in tenth place, watched the approaching Williams through his rearview mirror.

As a seasoned veteran of the paddock for decades, Alonso knew all too well what Lin Feng's current advantage was—that FW46 was practically a monster with its rear end on fire on the straights.

"Fernando, Williams is less than a second behind you, he has DRS," the Aston Martin race engineer warned over the radio.

"I know this kid is incredibly fast, but I won't let him get past me so easily." Alonso narrowed his eyes.

We've arrived at the high-speed continuous curves, numbers 9 and 10!

Lin Feng relentlessly pursued Alonso's gearbox, but the powerful turbulence caused his front wing to lose some downforce, resulting in a slight understeer.

"Trying to use the curve to force me onto the dirty side of the road?" Lin Feng sneered.

The instant they exited Turn 10, Alonso cleverly stopped the car slightly to the right of the apex, perfectly cutting off Lin Feng's most comfortable acceleration route.

If Lin Feng were to force his way overtake, he would have to drive on the dirty track outside, which is covered in rubber particles and dust, resulting in a significant loss of traction.

This is the dominance of a defensive master: not in terms of speed, but in terms of absolute control over space.

However, Lin Feng did not play by the rules at all.

At the moment of full throttle exiting the corner, Lin Feng deliberately feinted to the left, making a fake move as if he were going to force a cut from the outside. Alonso's nerves tightened, and he instinctively squeezed space to the left to defend.

In the fraction of a second that the Aston Martin's center of gravity shifted, Lin Feng suddenly released the accelerator, downshifted, and turned the steering wheel to the right, creating a bizarre crosshair!

The FW46 darted past Alonso's right inner line like a ghost, its front end instantly level with Alonso's!

"drop!"

DRS activated!

Entering the main straight, the Williams race car, freed from the air resistance barrier, unleashed a devastating speed in an instant, fueled by the ferocious output of the Mercedes engine.

330km/h, 340km/h!

Before reaching the heavy braking zone of Turn 11, Lin Feng had already forcefully passed Alonso's car, completing the overtake cleanly and decisively!

"Beautiful!" Li Bing shouted, raising his arms. "Lin Feng outmaneuvered Alonso! That feint was so realistic! Tenth place! Lin Feng has broken into the points zone!"

Lap 35.

Lin Feng's tires have reached a critical point of performance degradation. The surface of the red tires is covered with deep peeling marks, and the grip has dropped sharply.

"Lin, Box, Box!" Paul's voice came through the phone. "Change to white tires, we have to hold on until the end of the race."

Lin Feng plunged headlong into the repair area.

Williams' mechanics seemed to have unlocked their full potential today. The removal and installation of the four tires were as smooth as flowing water, and the jacks swung down!

"2.4 seconds! A perfect entry!"

However, when Lin Feng drove out of the pit lane, he dropped to twelfth place, right behind a line of cars consisting of Yuki Tsunoda, Hulkenberg, and Stroll.

Just then, Paul's voice came through the radio.

"Lin, can you hear me? Alex's old tires won't last much longer. He'll slow down on the next straight and give you a clean window without DRS. Get ready!"

Due to different car setups, Albon, who also started from the pit lane, is currently in fourteenth place, just ahead of the pack, but he has not yet pitted for tires.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks, Alex."

Lap 37, straight ahead.

Albon deliberately took a defensive route, slowing down at the apex of the corner, forcing Hiroki Kakuta to slow down, and the rhythm of the entire car formation was instantly thrown into chaos.

"Now!"

Lin Feng seized the opportunity, floored the accelerator, and with the huge grip advantage of the new hard tires and the top speed on the straight, he overtook Stroll and Hulkenberg in succession on two consecutive straights!

When Lin Feng passed Albon's race car, Albon voluntarily moved aside and even gave Lin Feng a thumbs-up from the cockpit.

"Go and take down those big convoys ahead, Lin!" Alben roared into the radio. "Let them see what Williams can do!"

The race has reached lap 50.

There are 8 laps left to go until the finish line.

At this moment, Lin Feng was like a god of death, cutting through everything in his path from twelfth place to sixth place.

The players preceding them are Verstappen, Leclerc, Norris, Piastri, and...

Fifth place: Carlos Sainz.

The gap between Lin Feng and Sainz was only 6 seconds, but Lin Feng's lap time was an astonishing 0.8 seconds faster than Sainz's per lap!

In Ferrari's pit lane, team principal Vassell's brow was furrowed in worry.

"Carlos, keep the pace. Williams is 5 seconds behind you, he's closing in fast." The race engineer Ricardo's voice on the radio betrayed his undisguised tension.

Sainz, who was in the cockpit, was already covered in sweat.

The Ferrari car relapsed into its old problem towards the end of the race, with its hard tires starting to slip severely.

He kept replaying in his mind Lin Feng's ferocious expression during the pre-race driver parade, and the comical image of himself embarrassingly hiding behind Leclerc.

"Damn it! How is this possible?!" Sainz gritted his teeth. "How can a Williams be almost a second faster than me in a lap?! Is he piloting a spaceship?!"

"His top speed on the straight is almost 15 kilometers per hour faster than ours, Carlos, you have to shut him down in the corners."

Lap 55.

Lin Feng's race car was now stuck to Sainz's rear.

The two-hour effect of the enhancement potion was about to end, and Lin Feng could feel the world in front of him gradually returning to normal, while a sense of fatigue came from deep within his brain.

"Paul, full throttle!"

"receive."

Lap 56, starting on the long straight.

Sainz finally started to panic.

In order to defend against Lin Feng's terrifying tail speed, he even made a slight dragon-drawing motion on the straightaway, trying to disrupt Lin Feng's tailflow.

"Carlos changed lanes illegally!" Wols was furious and prepared to file for arbitration with the tournament organizers.

Entering the second stage, the longest DRS straight.

Lin Feng activated DRS, and the race car instantly transformed into a blue lightning bolt, the powerful airflow even whipping up fallen leaves from the edge of the track several meters high.

In desperation, Sainz chose to defend the inside line, pressing the left side of his car almost against the edge of the grass, leaving Lin Feng no space to cut into the apex of the corner.

"You want to take the outside? Taking the outside at Turn 11 is impossible!" Sainz screamed inwardly.

Turn 11 is a high-speed, heavy braking corner, where it is extremely easy to be thrown off the track due to centrifugal force.

But Lin Feng just happened to walk down that dead end!

At speeds exceeding 320 kilometers per hour, Lin Feng did not choose to slow down or give way, but instead swerved his car directly onto the Ferrari's right outer line! The two cars raced side by side toward the corner, with less than ten centimeters between their tires!

The more than 100,000 fans in the stadium gasped in surprise.

"My God! Is Lin going to overpower Sainz on the outside of Turn 11?! This is insane!" Commentator Croft put his hands to his head.

The critical stop has arrived!

Sainz slammed on the brakes, and Ferrari's carbon fiber brake discs instantly glowed red-hot.

But to his shock, Williams on the outside braked a full five meters later than him!

At this distance, braking at this point is practically suicide!

A wisp of smoke billowed from the left front wheel of the FW46, and the rear of the car twisted wildly under the enormous inertia, about to lose control and crash into the outer protective wall!

At this critical moment, Lin Feng precisely released the brakes at the apex of the bend, using the slight slippage inherent in the chassis to force the front of the car into the correct trajectory, like a sharp scythe, firmly trapping Sainz behind him from the outside!

Sainz was cornered and had no choice but to slam on the brakes in despair to avoid a collision, watching helplessly as the dark blue race car sped away.

"He's surpassed them!!! Holy shit! This is absolutely the greatest outside shooting performance of the season, no, the last five years!" The live broadcast studio exploded. "Lin! He did it! From the pit lane to fifth place! It's a miracle!!"

In the Ferrari's pit garage, Vassell dejectedly took off his headphones and shook his head helplessly.

This was not a strategic mistake, but a pure display of superior ability.

On the final lap, the checkered flag is waved!

"Lin, you're a god! P5! We got the P5!" Paul and Walls roared with joy through the headset.