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Chapter 440. Ruling the European 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 440: 440. Ruling the European Pitch!

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Anyone familiar with international football knows that knockout matches tend to become more cautious the deeper a tournament progresses.

Goals become scarce.

A 1-0.

A 0-0.

A tense 1-1 decided by penalties.

Those were the results people expected.

This European Championship had followed the same pattern.

On the other side of the bracket, Portugal and Croatia had just finished a grueling 1-1 draw after 120 minutes, with Portugal advancing on penalties.

Before kickoff, most pundits predicted another low-scoring affair.

Regardless of who advanced, scoring more than two goals seemed unlikely.

Yet by halftime, France and Belgium had already combined for four.

Giroud.

Kanté.

And two goals from Lance.

The Stade Vélodrome was in a frenzy.

Belgian supporters were singing.

French supporters were singing.

Even neutral fans had joined the celebration.

Everyone felt they were witnessing something special.

”This could go down as one of the greatest matches in European Championship history!”

Liu Jiayuan couldn’t hide his excitement.

”Both teams are playing at an extraordinary level.”

”Pogba has been magnificent despite not scoring. His creativity in the final third has caused Belgium all kinds of problems.”

”And Lance...”

Liu Jiayuan shook his head.

”What more is there to say?”

”Six matches. Ten goals.”

”A record that now stands alone.”

Griezmann had scored five.

Cristiano Ronaldo had four.

Both were enjoying outstanding tournaments.

Yet neither was anywhere near Lance’s total.

Ten goals.

The gap was staggering.

Liu Jiayuan wanted to continue praising him.

Unfortunately, the second half had already begun.

The pace somehow became even faster.

”Lance!”

”A long-range effort!”

”Oh! Off the post!”

”Lloris never even reacted!”

The crowd groaned.

Moments later, France were attacking again.

”Pogba!”

”Excellent pass!”

”Griezmann receives on the left!”

”SHOT!”

Courtois parried the effort away.

But danger remained.

”Giroud!”

”The rebound!”

The French striker arrived first.

An open goal.

A golden opportunity.

Then—

He blasted it over the bar.

The entire stadium froze.

Giroud immediately grabbed his head.

Even the Belgian players looked stunned.

That chance should have been buried.

But nobody had time to dwell on it.

The match was moving too quickly.

One attack followed another.

No pauses.

No breathing room.

Only chaos.

”Pogba!”

”A chipped pass!”

”Brilliant through ball!”

”Griezmann!”

The Atlético Madrid star raced into the area and fired.

”COURTOIS!”

”What a save!”

Belgium’s goalkeeper exploded across goal and tipped the shot away.

France earned their seventh corner of the match.

Vermaelen and the other defenders immediately rushed over to celebrate the save.

Even De Bruyne instinctively took a step toward Courtois before stopping himself.

Some grudges were difficult to forget.

Lance simply jogged over and patted the goalkeeper’s shoulder.

”Nice save.”

Courtois blinked.

Then grinned.

”Thanks, Lance.”

The response was so enthusiastic that even Lance looked confused.

Was that really necessary?

Shaking his head, he turned and moved into position for the corner.

”Griezmann to take it.”

The cross curled into the box.

”Giroud!”

A flick-on.

”BACK POST!”

”KOSCIELNY!”

Bang!

The net bulged.

Goal.

France 3–2 Belgium

”France score again!”

”The hosts take the lead for a third time!”

”Koscielny strikes from a corner kick!”

The stadium erupted.

The French players sprinted toward the corner flag.

The home crowd exploded with noise.

Three goals.

Three leads.

France refused to back down.

Lance stood at midfield.

Expressionless.

He watched France celebrate.

Waited for them to finish.

Then calmly walked back into position.

The whistle blew.

Play resumed.

There was no frustration.

No panic.

No complaints.

Because every Belgian player shared the same thought.

As long as Lance is on the field, we’re still alive.

That belief had become the soul of the team.

55 minutes.

56 minutes.

57 minutes.

Three minutes passed.

Griezmann couldn’t understand it.

Belgium were pressing harder than before.

They hunted every loose ball.

Closed every passing lane.

Attacked every challenge.

Conceding three goals hadn’t broken them.

If anything, it had made them more dangerous.

France began to feel the pressure.

And when doubt crept into their minds—

Disaster struck.

Payet received possession on the wing.

Instead of attacking immediately, he hesitated.

Just for a moment.

That was enough.

Belgium pounced.

The full-back stepped up.

Witsel arrived from midfield.

The trap snapped shut.

Ball won.

”NOW!”

Hazard sprinted forward.

De Bruyne exploded through the middle.

Lukaku immediately attacked the defensive line.

And Lance?

He was already running.

The moment Witsel moved to press, Lance had anticipated the turnover.

[Spatial Perception]

The puzzle piece had appeared.

He moved before anyone else.

Witsel won possession.

Passed to De Bruyne.

De Bruyne drifted centrally, drawing defenders toward him.

Then—

A perfectly weighted through ball.

The pass split Umtiti and Koscielny.

Lance timed his run to perfection.

No offside.

No hesitation.

Acceleration.

Two strides.

Three.

Suddenly he was clear.

A full two body lengths ahead of the defense.

”BEAUTIFUL!”

”Lance’s movement is incredible!”

”He’s through on goal!”

The criticism of Lance’s off-ball movement from a year ago now felt laughable.

At this point, he looked like Filippo Inzaghi reborn.

A master of timing.

A predator.

”LANCE!”

”ONE-ON-ONE!”

Lloris charged out of his penalty area.

The French captain committed fully.

Lance remained calm.

His body shape suggested only one thing.

[Tiger Shot]

The full-power strike posture was unmistakable.

Lloris reacted immediately.

Throwing himself sideways.

Trying to block the expected blast.

Then Lance smiled.

At the last possible moment, his ankle flicked gently.

[Nagi Seishiro]

The technique activated flawlessly.

The football seemed alive.

Instead of power—

Elegance.

Instead of force—

Precision.

The ball floated upward.

A delicate chip.

A perfect arc.

The entire world watched in silence as it sailed over Lloris.

Over the desperate goalkeeper.

Over the scrambling defenders.

Then dropped softly into the net.

GOAL!!!

”HAT-TRICK!”

”LANCE!!!”

”THREE GOALS!”

”BELGIUM EQUALIZE AGAIN!”

Liu Jiayuan completely lost control of his voice.

”Three times behind!”

”Three times level!”

”This is what greatness looks like!”

”This is the best player in the world!”

The Belgian supporters erupted.

The French crowd fell silent.

The scoreboard changed once more.

France 3–3 Belgium

Lance spread his arms before the stunned crowd.

The noise crashing down from the stands felt like a storm.

Three goals.

A hat-trick.

A European Championship semifinal.

And the match was still far from over.

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