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Chapter 431. The Maestro on the European Cup Pitch · 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 431: 431. The Maestro on the European Cup Pitch

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”WTF???”

”Huh?”

”Jesus Christ!”

When Lance unleashed a left-footed rocket from twenty-seven meters out, the entire Spanish squad was stunned.

So stunned that when they returned to the dressing room at halftime, nobody spoke.

Nearly thirty people stood inside the spacious locker room.

Yet the room was silent.

The atmosphere was strangely oppressive.

In the end, veteran manager Del Bosque could only cough twice.

”That goal was unexpected.”

”Don’t let it affect you.”

”Overall, we’re still the stronger side.”

”We played very well in the first half. Keep doing the same thing in the second.”

Del Bosque tried to lift the team’s morale.

Unfortunately, judging from the players’ expressions, nobody was really listening.

Only after Del Bosque left did Isco quietly lean toward Koke.

”Hey, Koke.”

”What?”

”That shot... it had to be luck, right?”

”No way he can score those consistently.”

Koke shook his head expressionlessly.

As the man who had been beaten directly before the goal, he was naturally in a terrible mood.

”No.”

”He does that all the time in training.”

”If he decides to shoot, it’s because he thinks he can score.”

”...”

The locker room became even quieter.

Everyone knew Koke wasn’t the type to joke around.

If what he said was true...

Then the Asian superstar on the other side was even more terrifying than they had imagined.

Lance himself had not expected his wonder goal to shatter Spain’s confidence.

When the second half began, he immediately noticed the change.

Spain had become far more conservative.

Most of their possession remained in the backfield.

They rarely committed numbers forward.

Even the players around him looked hesitant, uncertain whether they should press him aggressively or keep their distance to prevent a breakthrough.

At that moment, Lance’s Spatial Perception showed him something interesting.

The number of dangerous ”puzzle pieces” appearing on the pitch had increased dramatically.

Strike while the iron is hot.

These were world-class players.

At any moment they could regain their composure and take control again.

He had to punish them while the opportunity existed.

”Eden!”

Hazard was dribbling down the left flank, attempting another breakthrough.

At his peak, the Chelsea superstar was one of the most dangerous dribblers in the world.

The moment he heard Lance’s voice, he reacted instinctively.

Hazard could have ignored him.

Given his status in the Belgian squad, nobody would have questioned him if he chose to attack alone.

Instead, after beating Piqué with a stepover, Hazard feinted toward the outside.

Piqué immediately committed to a sliding tackle.

At the last moment, Hazard dragged the ball back, spun, and delivered a pass into the middle.

”Lance! It’s yours!”

Even Lukaku was stunned.

”What?”

”He’s actually passing that decisively?”

Hazard trusted Lance completely.

”That’s it!”

On the touchline, Wilmots slapped his thigh and jumped to his feet.

This was exactly what a world-class attacking trio needed.

Chemistry.

Belgium’s greatest secret had finally begun to emerge.

”Stop him!”

”Tackle him!”

”Sergio!”

Ramos and Busquets immediately converged.

The defensive leaders of Real Madrid and Barcelona temporarily put aside their rivalry and closed in from both sides.

Once Lance received the ball, escaping both of them should have been impossible.

Then their expressions changed.

The moment Lance moved toward the pass, he spread his legs.

And let the ball run through.

A dummy.

On the opposite side, De Bruyne arrived perfectly to collect it.

”Beautiful!”

”What a brilliant dummy!”

The commentator exploded with excitement.

From the commentary booth, he had already noticed De Bruyne’s run.

He had been wondering whether Lance had seen it.

After all, De Bruyne had been positioned in Lance’s blind spot.

How had he spotted him?

There was no time to dwell on it.

Belgium’s attack had reached its decisive moment.

Busquets and Koke immediately rushed toward De Bruyne.

Ramos and Alba shifted their attention as well.

But De Bruyne didn’t stop the ball.

With a simple touch of his right foot, he guided it directly into the penalty area.

”Oh no!”

Busquets turned his head.

And witnessed the scene he feared most.

After the dummy, Lance had never stopped running.

He accelerated straight into the box, perfectly timing his movement to stay onside.

The pass arrived at exactly the right moment.

”Lance!”

The defensive line had already been beaten.

The only man left was David de Gea.

The Spanish goalkeeper exploded off his line.

Arms spread wide.

Body lowered.

Eyes locked on the ball.

De Gea’s footwork and reflexes were among the best in the world.

This was his territory.

”Lance—eh?!”

Countless possibilities flashed through the minds of everyone watching.

Control and shoot.

Control and turn.

Cross to Lukaku.

Attempt a header.

Instead, Lance chose something nobody expected.

He never even turned around.

Facing away from the pass, he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

Then—

”OHHHHHHHHHH!”

”LANCEEEEEEE!”

Martin Tyler’s roar shook the broadcast.

Even he struggled to process what he had just witnessed.

De Gea’s pupils contracted violently.

With his back to the ball, Lance casually flicked out a heel.

A blind backheel.

The football instantly lifted into the air.

A rainbow arc.

It floated over De Gea’s head.

By the time the goalkeeper realized what had happened, it was already too late.

He leaped desperately.

The ball remained out of reach.

All he could do was watch as it drifted gently into the net.

”GOOOOOOOAL!”

”What a performance!”

”What an unbelievable piece of skill!”

”Lance scores!”

”A masterpiece!”

Martin Tyler, the Chinese commentators, and countless broadcasters around the world erupted simultaneously.

No description felt adequate.

The elegance.

The imagination.

The sheer audacity.

The goal seemed more like art than football.

”This is Lance!”

”The greatest artist on the pitch!”

”He has turned the European Championship into his personal stage!”

”My friends, this is football as art!”

If the twenty-seven-meter left-footed volley from the first half wasn’t spectacular enough—

Then this effortless rainbow backheel was destined to become one of the greatest goals in European Championship history.

The most ridiculous part?

Lance never even looked at the goal.

The moment he struck the ball, he turned and sprinted toward De Bruyne.

At the same time, he waved Hazard over.

The three Belgian superstars came together.

Arm in arm.

Running toward the corner flag.

The image instantly became iconic.

”That’s it!”

”That’s exactly it!”

Wilmots nearly burst into tears.

He wasn’t excited because of the goal.

He was excited because of the move.

Trust.

Understanding.

Perfect coordination.

For the first time, Belgium’s Golden Generation had truly come together.

The real power of their attacking trident had finally appeared.

As for Lukaku—

He was undoubtedly a good striker.

A very good one.

But at the highest level of international football, he was more of a supporting piece.

Compared to the trio of Hazard, De Bruyne, and Lance, he was almost an accessory.

Spain were completely devastated by the goal.

For the remainder of the second half, they looked lost.

Only Koke continued to run tirelessly, defending and intercepting wherever he could.

Unfortunately, the outcome had already been decided.

The moment Spain drew Belgium, Koke had understood that possibility.

As the clock ticked down and the final whistle approached, he actually felt relieved.

Beep!

Beeeeep!

”The match is over!”

”Full time!”

”With goals in both halves, Lance scores a brace and leads Belgium to a comeback victory!”

”Belgium defeat defending champions Spain 2-1!”

”They advance to the quarter-finals of the European Championship!”

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