"...LUCA RENNICK SWOOPS PAST RODNICK! WHAT A MOVE...!"
"...HE TID IT TO PERFECTION, DARTING FORWARD JUST WHEN IT MATTERED MOST...!"
"WOOOOHH!"
"...Luca Rennick in P5, Marcellus Rodnick in P6...!"
[5th Position]
**YES, LUCA! YES! That's P5! You got him!**
"HAHA! Finally! That was tough, I had to ti it just right!"
**Good job. Good job**
"...it's really wonderful to see the lengths a Ferrari can go against another. Brilliant DRS use from Luca. Top five fully earned...!"
Luca pumped his fist for a mont before gripping back the wheel. He glanced at the mirrors for any sign of imdiate vengeance from Rodnick.
But it seed Rodnick was calm about the overtake. With a clear head, he knew another window to reclaim the position would open itself.
Luca would eagerly wait. Now, he was very confident, knowing that he had a chance to win this Monaco Grand Prix even with his 92B.
Overtaking the second-best car on the grid ant that all other drivers weren't unapproachable regardless of chassis technology or engine abilities.
If Luca smartly wielded his own A-level engine and its abilities, he could win podiums just as the system remarked. After all, winning podiums was what mattered toward the final goldware.
P3— Ailbeart Moireach
P4— Davide DiMarco ←
P5— Luca Rennick ↑
P6— Marcellus Rodnick↓
Luca was still reflecting on how he shared a list with the top nas in formula racing when he rembered that DiMarco had visited the pits and was now leaving the pit lane at the required speed.
**Davide will be rejoining. Watch for the intersection**
"...we have seen countless tid rejoins before from Davide DiMarco. After a lightning-fast pit stop, Bueseno Velocità lets him roar his Red Bull down the pit lane toward the intersection where Luca Rennick cos galloping by...!"
"...Rennick surely has the pace. I wonder how well he'll use it. DiMarco can be quite schey sotis, and bold at others..."
[Trajectory Assessnt: Ho straight advantage detected. Line integrity at risk from 4th Position's approach.]
[Recomnded Action: Enter at 80% throttle; maintain straight trajectory. Anticipate 4th Position's intersection pressure.]
[Risk Factor: High (collision potential with 4th Position). Adjust for slight braking before Turn 1 to regain position.]
DiMarco remained calm even with Luca's fierceso approach that got his car screeching through the night like a diving falcon.
"...and DiMarco WILL make it back on track before Rennick. He rges in while Rennick moves at full speed...!"
Imdiately as DiMarco rged back on track, he quickly placed his car right in the middle. It was a smart move to defend and cut Luca's most optimal line.
"Shit," Luca cussed as he swerved softly to the right, applying so brakes. If DiMarco had a system, he would have surely gotten a point for Straightaway Chopping.
**Stay composed, Luca. You still have Turn 1. He's on cold tires. He won't have grip**
[Turn type: Tight Right-hander] [Angle: 90°] [Braking Point: 100 ters before turn-in] [Recomnded Entry Speed: 180 km/h] [Optimal Apex: Inside curb]
Luca's heart pounded as he roared down towards Turn 1, his 92B snarling for space. He couldn't believe he had just engaged with Davide DiMarco, a na he had once believed was out of reach from his competition.
Now, the sa Davide DiMarco, fresh out of the pits, had planted himself right at the center of the track, daring Luca to find a way around.
[6th Position closing in]
"Damn Monaco," Luca cursed internally. He had the montum and the speed, but none of the space thanks to Stellar's narrowness.
Rodnick wasn't far away and was still a problem, so Luca had to take his chance now for P4.
To do this, he should spare courtesy no ti. DiMarco was a veteran, and he knew how to stall an attacker just long enough to regain tire temperature.
"...LUCA MOVES TO THE LEFT—NO, TO THE RIGHT! HE'S LOOKING FOR A WAY AROUND—BUT DAVIDE DIMARCO HOLDS STRONG...!"
Bueseno Velocità's Team Principal watched closely, searching for any of the warnings his junior team's Team Principal, Mr. Lugo, had ntioned about young Luca Rennick.
So far, he hadn't seen anything concerning. Luca was performing just as brilliantly as even Dreyer in this Monaco Grand Prix. DiMarco was holding up well, and with ti, he'd get enough warmth in his tires to fully fend Luca off.
Luca followed the system's recomndations, sticking to the inside and dropping his speed at the optimal distance to take the turn.
He wanted to analyze Davide DiMarco's Red Bull, but there was no ti for that yet as the duel demanded his full attention.
His inside approach was extrely borderline, so close to the barriers that he could see the faces of the marshals.
He kept this tight line because his plan was to switch from the inside to the outside of Street 2 using the track's structure.
Since the outside lanes were ideal for drifting, he would execute a smooth drift into Turn 3. That would surely be enough to overtake a driver on cold tires with poor grip, no matter how experienced they were.
DiMarco, forced to defend, twitched his steering to cover Luca's attack, but— cold tires.
His Red Bull struggled for grip, the rear montarily stepping out.
"...DIMARCO SLIDES! HE'S LOSING CONTROL! CAN HE HOLD IT...?!"
Luca's eyes widened as his opponent suddenly slid in front of him.
"WOOOOHH!"
He reacted instantly, seizing the mont!
DiMarco's tires were like a sled on snow. Losing control, he surrendered the gap he had fought to close against Luca, leaving the Ferrari driver free to power through.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"
Luca's 92B gripped DiMarco's asphalt with confidence as he sped ahead, casting a glance at the Velocità driver, who was furiously communicating with his race engineers.
Sensing Luca's gaze, DiMarco looked back. Behind their visors, they locked eyes and a silent mark of rivalry was set for the rest of the season.
[4th Position]
"...LUCA RENNICK TAKES P4 IN DIMARCO'S DISMAY...!"
".... RODNICK IS BEHIND! THE RED BULL IS SPINNING! THIS IS CONTROL LOSS...!"
Luca caught the chaos in his side mirror as DiMarco completely lost control and slamd into the cage barriers.
Thud!
"...HE'S INTO THE WALL! CRASH AT SECTION 1...!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"
DiMarco jerked violently in his cockpit before the engine cut, his car finally coming to a rest as Rodnick zipped by into P5.
P3— Ailbeart Moireach
P4— Luca Rennick ↑
P5— Marcellus Rodnick ↑
P6— Davide DiMarco ↓
Luca's throat tightened at the sight of another driver's race ending in an instant. Thirty long laps—gone, just like that?
The crash wasn't severe enough for a red flag, but it had sent just a few shards of carbon fiber flying across the track.
**Keep pushing, no yellow yet. No yellow yet. Just keep pushing**
Luca clenched his jaw, gripping the wheel tighter. He had just forced a critical error from a top driver. The comntary was exploding wildly about it, the Monaco night electric with tension.
His focus was clouded for a second, but he did rember his plans to drift into Turn 3.
Even though DiMarco was gone, he could still do it nonetheless. So, Luca sharply tilted his wheel and let his rear do the rest.
[Calculating host drift...]
[Successfully calculated]
Rodnick followed suit, sending plus of smoke into the cold night air.
Only when Dreyer claid P6 and Nyström secured P7 did the yellow flags finally co up, officially announcing Davide DiMarco's failure to finish the race.
A big na gone.
[Agility 1]
[Ding!]
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[New Car Skill Accumulating: 2/3]
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