Grey walked closer to the young man with a confident smile on his face. He was not flustered by the pressure he was getting from those watching, he knew this was a battle he could've won easily if not for the fact that he was trying to hide his true strength.
The young man was being forced back with every attack. He had to also make sure that he wasn't touched by any of the butterflies. There was a time he accidentally got hit by it and the explosion sent him flying. He slammed into more of the butterflies which caused his injuries to further increase.
On the side of the Nether Faction, Bill and the leader of the Faction had sour faces. From the way things were going, there was no way the young man could use the technique they wanted him to use. If he couldn't use it, then Grey would win.