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Chapter 434. European Cup Scoring Record! · 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 434: 434. European Cup Scoring Record!

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”The Germans continue to dominate possession in the attacking third. Thomas Müller, Kroos, G?tze, Schürrle, ?zil...”

”Germany currently holds 75% possession, while Belgium, focused on defensive counterattacks, has managed only 25%.”

”However, Germany’s control hasn’t translated into real danger. Courtois has been forced into just a single save so far.”

”Nice! Thomas Müller flicks it into the half-space! Schürrle!”

”Eh? Schürrle doesn’t drive forward. He cuts back and recycles possession to Kroos...”

The sequence left commentator Liu Jiayuan bewildered.

The fans watching at home were even more confused.

Germany had always been known for its aggression and fighting spirit.

So why had they become so... cautious over the last two years?

Germany (4-3-3)

Neuer

Kimmich, Jér?me Boateng, Hummels, Mustafi

Toni Kroos, Khedira, ?zil

Schürrle, Müller, G?tze

Liu Jiayuan scratched his head as he studied Germany’s lineup.

”This lineup lacks a true center-forward. Today, L?w has left Mario Gómez on the bench.”

”Instead, he’s opted for Guardiola’s preferred strikerless system.”

”Müller, G?tze, and Schürrle are constantly rotating positions while ?zil orchestrates the attack from midfield.”

”But the results haven’t been convincing. Belgium’s defense looks perfectly capable of handling Germany’s attacks.”

”The strengths of the strikerless system haven’t been showcased at all.”

There was something else Liu Jiayuan chose not to say.

Germany had copied Spain’s style without fully understanding its essence.

And besides—

The golden age of tiki-taka had already passed.

Even Guardiola, its greatest advocate, had struggled to turn dominance into European glory.

Spain had already been eliminated by Belgium.

Barcelona’s title ambitions had repeatedly been crushed by Atlético Madrid.

The Champions League Final itself had become a clash between Real Madrid and Atlético Madrid—two teams renowned for their rapid transitions and counterattacks.

In modern football, compact defending and lethal counters were proving more effective than endless possession.

Yet L?w still insisted on his version of tiki-taka.

A rigid version at that.

Germany no longer looked like Germany.

”To be fair, Germany should have started Mario Gómez. Most of their dangerous attacks in previous matches came through him.”

Guest commentator Gong Lei voiced a similar opinion.

It was a conclusion many fans had already reached.

If Germany lost today, nobody would be able to say it was undeserved.

Thirty minutes had passed.

Germany controlled the game.

Belgium controlled the danger.

And after surviving the opening storm, Lance knew the moment had arrived.

If Germany refused to attack with conviction—

He would punish them for it.

[Spatial Perception]

As Lance battled ?zil in midfield, a faint blue glow flickered in his eyes.

The field transformed into a giant puzzle.

Every run.

Every passing lane.

Every defensive gap.

He searched for the piece that would complete the picture.

Then he saw it.

Thomas Müller dropped deep to receive possession before attempting a safe backward pass.

Lance’s eyes lit up.

A puzzle piece.

Now.

Without hesitation, he exploded forward.

Hazard and De Bruyne instantly understood his intention.

Years of chemistry required no communication.

The moment Khedira prepared to receive the pass, three Belgian players were already converging on him like predators closing in on their prey.

Lance led the charge.

His eyes burned with an intensity that sent a chill through Khedira’s body.

”A devil...”

The German midfielder froze for a fraction of a second.

It was enough.

Lance launched himself into a sliding tackle.

Combining the instincts granted by [Shō Shunko] with the defensive mastery of [Cannavaro], the challenge sealed every possible angle.

”Oh no!”

Khedira instinctively jumped clear.

Grass exploded into the air.

Lance became a blur.

The tackle was clean.

Perfect.

Decisive.

”Lance! Beautiful! A perfect sliding tackle!”

Liu Jiayuan’s voice jumped several octaves.

Who would’ve thought a striker could produce a tackle with such defensive elegance?

After all, the template he carried belonged to Cannavaro—the legendary defender who had conquered world football.

Everything happened in an instant.

The moment Lance won possession, he swept the ball toward Hazard while still on the ground.

Kroos reacted immediately.

Too late.

By the time he turned to pressure Hazard, Lance was already back on his feet and sprinting forward.

Belgium exploded into transition.

Lukaku.

Hazard.

De Bruyne.

Lance.

Fellaini.

Black shirts surged upfield at full speed.

”Hazard carries it forward!”

Usually, Lance attracted all the attention.

Today, Hazard finally had room to shine.

The Belgian captain surged forward with the ball glued to his feet.

Kroos and Kimmich closed him down together.

Hazard remained completely composed.

A body feint.

A burst of acceleration.

One touch took him past Kimmich.

Then he stopped suddenly.

Kroos flew straight past him.

The abrupt change of rhythm shattered Germany’s defensive shape.

”Beautiful from Hazard! Is he going to shoot?”

Khedira rushed back and launched into a desperate challenge from behind.

Hazard calmly cut the ball away once more, evading the tackle before sliding a pass toward the right flank.

Lukaku’s run had done its job.

Both Hummels and Boateng followed him into the center.

The space opened immediately.

De Bruyne was free.

Only Mustafi remained between him and the penalty area.

As Mustafi stepped forward, De Bruyne calmly lifted a curling pass over his head toward the far side of the box.

”De Bruyne!”

Liu Jiayuan was still wondering who the pass was intended for.

Then a black figure burst from the crowd.

The answer was obvious.

”What a move! Lance—”

Since making the tackle in midfield, he had never stopped running.

He sprinted the length of the attack and arrived at the edge of the penalty area exactly as De Bruyne’s pass descended.

For a brief moment, Boateng, Hummels, and Mustafi froze.

According to their scouting reports, Lance preferred taking a touch before shooting.

That touch should have given them enough time to close him down.

But Lance had already evolved.

What scouting report are you working from? Last month’s footage?

Sorry.

I’ve learned something new.

The [Isagi Yoichi] template activated at precisely the right moment.

The puzzle piece was right there.

[Direct Strike Shot]

Ready.

Fire.

Bang!

Lance didn’t take a single extra touch.

At a tight angle inside the penalty area, he stretched his body and met the ball first time.

A beautiful side-footed volley.

The strike flew like an arrow.

Neuer got a hand to it—

But he couldn’t stop it.

The ball tore into the net.

”OHHHHHH!!! Lance! It’s in!”

”A magnificent volley!”

”His ninth goal of the European Championship!”

”Lance has equaled Michel Platini’s legendary European Championship scoring record!”

”Nine goals!”

”A mark that stands among the greatest achievements in tournament history!”

The moment Lance’s volley hit the back of the net, the stadium erupted.

Then the shockwave spread beyond the arena.

Across Europe.

Across the football world.

Everyone was witnessing history.

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