"Ronan?" At the mention of this name, Bennett's eyebrow twitched slightly before he said, "Ronan left the eastern plains many years ago to perfect his fighting skills by traveling the world." Brock asked, "Is there any way to get in touch with him?" Bennett shook his head. "That's such a pity." Brock sighed, then inquired further, "Did Ronan ever pass on his Doombringer Knuckle to you?" "No, he didn't." "Alas, I won't have the chance to see the Doombringer Knuckle again," lamented Brock. Bennett smiled and said, "If it's meant to be, we'll meet. I'm sure, after all these years, Ronan's Doombringer Knuckle must be perfected, and I'd love to see it, too." Brock reminisced, "Back in the day, I was utterly amazed when I first saw the Doombringer Knuckle. It's definitely an extraordinary fighting technique. Once perfected, its power is extraordinary. Ronan is truly a genius of his time. Of course, Mr. Tatler, you are no less impressive." Bennett modestly replied, "Compared t
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