No one remained in Max's path. Everyone who might have stopped him, Na, Montez, even the more dangerous fighters, were either tied up or already taken care of. At the same time, the Bloodline Group was holding their own with remarkable coordination. For the first time, they were facing down real gangs and proving they could stand shoulder to shoulder with each other.
Because of that, Max didn't need to spare even a flicker of worry for them. His entire focus could be directed at the fight that truly mattered, the one standing directly in front of him.
Chrono.
Max wasted no time. He surged forward, his fist drawn back before swinging it with all the weight of his fury, aiming straight for Chrono's head.
But to his surprise, Chrono parried the strike aside with practiced ease.