Yuka, pulled close by the black mecha, had released the hammer formed from her left arm and quickly transformed her right arm into a long blade, stabbing it into the opponent's cockpit.
She realized her opponent knew her well, almost predicting her next move during the fight. Even if he was wary of her transforming her mechanical arm into a weapon, his patience had worn thin from the prolonged struggle; and, after Yuka had already thrown away one weapon, his attention was naturally diverted to it, not expecting another blade.
Yuka's attack strategy was a gamble, but it was her only option. Fortunately, luck was on her side this time.
Under the gaze of everyone in the underground arena, the pink mecha, which should have proudly flaunted its victory, suddenly collapsed to the ground as if it had lost all its strength.
