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Chapter 412. Peak Real Madrid! · Oct 28, 2026

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401 Chapter 401. How Is It Not a Championship? 2026-10-28
402 Chapter 402. I Have a Second Form Too! 2026-10-28
403 Chapter 403. Ultimate Individual Ability! 2026-10-28
404 Chapter 404. Messi, Your Celebration Is Really Useful 2026-10-28
405 Chapter 405. Isagi Yoichi’s Ability is Really Useful! 2026-10-28
406 Chapter 406. The Miracle of the Final Seconds of Stoppage Time 2026-10-28
407 Chapter 407. Winning the Copa del Rey! 2026-10-28
408 Chapter 408. Cristiano Ronaldo: The Advantage is Mine 2026-10-28
409 Chapter 409. Is This Meeting the Parents? 2026-10-28
410 Chapter 410. Decisive Battle at the Pinnacle of Europe 2026-10-28
411 Chapter 411. The Huge Shock of the Champions League Final 2026-10-28
412 Chapter 412. Peak Real Madrid! 2026-10-28
413 Chapter 413. Misfortune Never Comes Alone 2026-10-28
414 Chapter 414. The Counterattack Begins 2026-10-28
415 Chapter 415. Thunder Beast Descends 2026-10-28
416 Chapter 416. The Final’s Most Perfect Arc 2026-10-28
417 Chapter 417. The Century Connection with the Former Golden Boy, Torres! 2026-10-28
418 Chapter 418. The God-Tier Goal! 2026-10-28
419 Chapter 419. We Are the Champions! 2026-10-28
420 Chapter 420. The treble Celebration 2026-10-28
421 Chapter 421. Arriving in France, Preparing for the European Cup 2026-10-28
422 Chapter 422. Griezmann’s Worries 2026-10-28
423 Chapter 423. Something Seems Wrong with the European Cup 2026-10-28
424 Chapter 424. Exchanging Jerseys with the Great Ibrahimović 2026-10-28
425 Chapter 425. Isagi Yoichi’s New Skill Get! 2026-10-28
426 Chapter 426. Direct Strike Shoot! World-Class Volley! 2026-10-28
427 Chapter 427. The Most Magnificent Individual Performance at the European Cup 2026-10-28
428 Chapter 428. Advancing Like This? 2026-10-28
429 Chapter 429. Battle Against Defending Champion Spain 2026-10-28
430 Chapter 430. European Cup, Full Firepower! 2026-10-28
431 Chapter 431. The Maestro on the European Cup Pitch 2026-10-28
432 Chapter 432. Defeating Spain! 2026-10-28
433 Chapter 433. The German Panzer, From Prosperity to Decline Starting Today 2026-10-28
434 Chapter 434. European Cup Scoring Record! 2026-10-28
435 Chapter 435. Griezmann Can’t Smile 2026-10-28
436 Chapter 436. It’s a Case of Red Culture Export 2026-10-28
437 Chapter 437. Encountering a Crisis at the Start? 2026-10-28
438 Chapter 438. Another Godly Goal! 2026-10-28
439 Chapter 439. Goal Fest at the European Cup! 2026-10-28
440 Chapter 440. Ruling the European Pitch! 2026-10-28
441 Chapter 441. Mbappé Appears! 2026-10-28
442 Chapter 442. The Semi-Final That Shook the World! 2026-10-28
443 Chapter 443. The Eve of the Final 2026-10-28
444 Chapter 444. Cristiano Ronaldo Refuses to Give Up 2026-10-28
445 Chapter 445. Cristiano Ronaldo’s Performative Personality 2026-10-28
446 Chapter 446. Who Says Lance Can’t Pass? 2026-10-28
447 Chapter 447. The Crescent Blade Reappears! 2026-10-28
448 Chapter 448. King of Europe? It’s Just the Beginning! 2026-10-28
449 Chapter 449. Coming to the Capital 2026-10-28
450 Chapter 450. The Most Dazzling Superstar 2026-10-28

Chapter 412: 412. Peak Real Madrid!

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Time rewound thirty minutes.

The moment Premier League referee Mark Clattenburg blew the whistle, the atmosphere inside the Meazza Stadium instantly exploded.

At the same time, Cristiano Ronaldo tapped the ball forward, and Benzema immediately laid it back to Modri?.

”CCTV! CCTV!”

”Ladies and gentlemen, you are watching the 2015-2016 UEFA Champions League Final!”

”We are live at the Meazza Stadium, witnessing another Madrid Derby in Champions League Final history!”

”In the red-and-white striped jerseys are Atlético Madrid, led by Lance!”

”In the blue away kit are the nine-time Champions League winners, Real Madrid!”

”Hey!! Look at this attack. Cristiano Ronaldo!!!”

Before Duan Xuan could even finish his introduction, Cristiano Ronaldo unleashed a thunderous long-range shot, instantly igniting the tension of the final.

Oblak reacted hurriedly, barely tipping the ball out over the baseline.

Only thirteen seconds into the match, Real Madrid had already completed an attack and earned the first corner kick of the game.

Hiss—

Duan Xuan and Xu Yang exchanged glances.

Real Madrid looked terrifying today.

Wasn’t this intensity a little too outrageous?

Even Jian Jun felt nervous.

”Thomas Partey was half a step slow on the closeout just now, allowing Cristiano Ronaldo space for the shot. The quality of that strike was extremely high!”

Against players like Modri?, Toni Kroos, and Cristiano Ronaldo, Thomas Partey still looked inexperienced.

”As expected, the absence of Koke and Gabi has had a massive impact on Atlético Madrid’s defense.”

”That’s right. Koke and Gabi have years of chemistry with the squad. With these emergency lineup adjustments, Atlético Madrid’s defensive rotations are struggling badly.”

Zhang Lu saw the problem even more clearly.

Modri?’s diagonal pass had sliced directly into the gap in Atlético Madrid’s formation.

The lack of chemistry in midfield and defense was already exposed.

At the same time, Cristiano Ronaldo’s condition today was clearly maxed out. That first shot alone showed just how badly he wanted this title.

After being suppressed by Lance for so long, how could Cristiano Ronaldo possibly endure it quietly?

Not even for a second.

Toni Kroos stepped up to take the corner.

Cristiano Ronaldo was already lurking near the penalty spot.

A sudden diagonal run.

Then an abrupt change of direction.

In an instant, he shook off Stefan Savi? before leaping into the air.

The header looked almost like a basketball dunk.

”Cristiano Ronaldo!!!”

At that moment, the hearts of Atlético Madrid fans nearly stopped.

Even Lance inhaled sharply.

Clang!

The ball smashed against the crossbar and flew out of bounds.

Before Atlético Madrid’s supporters could relax, the referee’s whistle sounded again.

Another corner kick.

Oblak had gotten fingertips to the ball.

A world-class save.

”No way... we’re not even one minute in yet and it’s already this intense?”

Within a single minute, Atlético Madrid had conceded two corners and survived two massive scoring threats.

Lance felt his scalp go numb.

It was like someone who had been beaten down all season suddenly exploded with fury. One moment of carelessness and you could get knocked flat.

Bang!

The second corner came in.

This time it was the ”Monk,” Pepe, attacking the ball.

”Pepe’s header!!! Just wide—”

”Real Madrid’s opening three attacks have all been incredibly dangerous!”

Only when Oblak finally placed the ball down for a goal kick did Atlético Madrid’s fans manage to breathe again.

Real Madrid’s opening storm was almost suffocating.

It was terrifying.

”Is this really Real Madrid?”

”They’re way too strong.”

”Real Madrid in the Champions League feels like an entirely different team from their league form.”

”They seriously have Champions League DNA.”

”I almost pissed myself just now.”

Many Atlético Madrid fans touched their backs and realized they were already drenched in cold sweat.

They had expected Atlético Madrid to pressure Real Madrid early.

Instead, it was complete domination from Real Madrid.

”Cristiano Ronaldo!!! Good attempt!”

”Now it’s Gareth Bale charging down the right wing! Pure speed!! He’s through, so fast!!”

”Cuts inside. Left-footed cross!”

”Benzema!!!”

Ten minutes into the game, Real Madrid had already fired seven shots.

Three on target.

Oblak had already made three saves, yet he felt no relief at all.

”What are you doing?! Defend them!”

But the moment he shouted, he regretted it.

Standing in front of him were not the reliable Godín, Gabi, and Koke.

Instead, they were a group of young players barely in their twenties.

Wouldn’t shouting only make them more nervous?

In the commentary booth, Zhang Lu sounded helpless.

”You can clearly see that Atlético Madrid’s weakened midfield and defense are now affecting their attack as well.”

”They’re struggling to complete interceptions against Real Madrid, and they can’t move the ball forward. Right now they can only rely on long balls toward Lance and Griezmann.”

And Real Madrid had obviously prepared for exactly that.

Carvajal and Ramos closely marked Griezmann.

Pepe and Casemiro focused on restricting Lance.

All four were world-class defenders, constantly using physical confrontations to pressure them.

Facing these powerful defenders, Lance and Griezmann felt extremely uncomfortable and could barely secure possession.

Combined with the Premier League officiating style, Real Madrid’s physical play remained just within acceptable limits and rarely crossed into foul territory.

As a result, their challenges became even more aggressive.

At this level, every tiny weakness would be infinitely magnified.

And today, Real Madrid had clearly targeted Lance’s physical limitations.

”If Lance hadn’t improved his strength so much over the last six months, the version of him from the previous two seasons probably wouldn’t even be able to survive in a match of this level.”

In the past, Real Madrid’s defense had never been this ruthless, nor had their lineup been this complete.

Today, Lance was finally witnessing true Champions League-winning intensity.

This was the legendary Real Madrid lineup that would go on to dominate Europe.

A genuine demon king.

Fortunately, Lance had already prepared for this before kickoff.

——— ——— ———

Equipped Template: Isagi Yoichi - S (Fusion Value 49%)

Equipped Template: Bachira Meguru - S (Fusion Value 100%)

Equipped Template: Mareto Shouei (Blue Lock) - B

Rage Value: 32%

Support Role: Hyuga Kojiro - S (Fusion Value 100%)

Support Status: ON

——— ——— ———

Among all his abilities, [Isagi Yoichi]’s Spatial Perception remained the most valuable.

In a constantly changing high-level match, that ability could influence the field more than anything else.

Compared to that, [Bachira Meguru]’s dribbling was merely the icing on the cake.

As for the third template slot, Lance had thought carefully before choosing the optimal answer.

[Mareto Shouei] was a character he didn’t even know.

He had never read the manga or watched the anime, so he had no idea what kind of person the character was.

But that didn’t stop him from understanding the template’s abilities.

After extensive testing in training and matches, Lance roughly concluded that this was a classic power forward archetype.

Strong body.

Excellent at battling for positioning.

Good aerial ability.

Capable of shielding the ball and finishing chances.

Combined with the muscle memory fused from [Cannavaro], Lance could now temporarily compete physically with elite defenders like Pepe and Casemiro.

Out of ten battles, he might win one or two.

Without it, he would have no chance at all.

Unfortunately, the thing Lance feared most still happened.

Before Atlético Madrid’s attack could create anything meaningful, the defense collapsed first.

In the 22nd minute of the first half, Real Madrid launched an attack that looked completely harmless.

Modri? floated a cross into the penalty area.

Benzema headed it back toward the top of the box.

Cristiano Ronaldo met it instantly with a thunderous strike.

”GOAL!!! Cristiano Ronaldo scores from long range!!!”

”In the 22nd minute, Real Madrid takes the lead!”

”1-0!”

Jian Jun froze for a moment before roaring passionately into the microphone.

There was no denying it.

Benzema’s layoff was perfect.

Cristiano Ronaldo’s finish was even more perfect.

The violent strike flew directly into the top corner.

Oblak had already done everything he could.

After scoring, Cristiano Ronaldo finally stood proudly in front of Lance.

He sprinted toward the sideline, leaped into the air, and shouted:

”Siuuuuuuuu——!”

Real Madrid fans instantly exploded with joy.

No one realized they were celebrating too early.

Because something even worse was still coming.

Thirty minutes into the first half.

Less than ten minutes later.

Cristiano Ronaldo was dribbling on the left side, repeatedly stepping over the ball and nearly losing possession before desperately recovering it and passing to Modri? on the right.

Everyone thought Cristiano Ronaldo had made a fool of himself.

But nobody expected Modri?’s ability to seize opportunities to be so terrifying.

”Modri?!!! Direct through ball to the right wing!!”

”What a pass!” Zhang Lu exclaimed.

The football moved like the result of a perfect calculation.

A scalpel-like pass instantly tore apart Atlético Madrid’s defense.

Their young defensive line finally paid the price for its lack of experience.

Gareth Bale, the Welsh superstar who had risen from Tottenham, exploded forward with overwhelming speed, shook off his marker, and fired a left-footed shot directly at goal.

A beautiful curve bypassed the goalkeeper’s fingertips.

”GOOOOOOOAL!!! Gareth Bale!!!”

Sky Sports commentator Martin Tyler completely lost control of his voice.

The Welsh superstar had scored.

And he was British.

Rounding it up, British football had won.

2-0.

”The ball is in again!! Two goals conceded in less than ten minutes!!”

”Real Madrid now leads 2-0!”

Jian Jun had not even finished sighing bitterly when the replay ended and Real Madrid stole possession high up the field again.

”Benzema!!”

Real Madrid’s pressing was suffocating.

Atlético Madrid could not advance the ball and were forced all the way back to the goalkeeper.

The instant Oblak received it, Benzema sprinted forward aggressively.

Under pressure, Oblak hurriedly played a short pass.

Stefan Savi? moved to receive the ball.

But suddenly, a figure darted in front of him.

”Modri?!!!”

Modri? stepped in brilliantly and intercepted the pass nearly thirty meters from goal.

Then he calmly dribbled into the box, maintaining possession despite four defenders collapsing around him before finally sliding the ball rightward at the last second.

Chaos.

Complete chaos.

Cristiano Ronaldo was completely unmarked.

Real Madrid’s most dangerous player had nobody near him.

It looked exactly like finishing practice.

Cristiano Ronaldo casually pushed the ball into the net.

”3-0!!!”

”Two goals in two minutes!!”

”Atlético Madrid trails by three goals after only thirty minutes in the first half!!”

At that moment, Jian Jun and countless fans shared the exact same thought.

It’s over.

...Right?

The camera zoomed in on Lance.

Wearing the captain’s armband, the young man still looked unbelievably youthful, like a college freshman or an idol fresh out of a boy band.

But his eyes still burned with determination.

Duan Xuan could not help sighing emotionally.

”If Atlético Madrid can still rise from the dead and carve out a miracle from this desperate situation...”

”Then the one leading the charge can only be him.”

Could the miraculous Lance continue being miraculous this time?

Even the fans who believed in him the most no longer knew the answer.

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