One Punch to Glory

He was called the weakest bastard in the realm—a laughingstock. But he had trained under three Creator Gods, forging his body into a weapon no one could see. When his rival maimed his brother and threatened his mother, he dropped the armor everyone thought held him down. He shattered elite magic with his bare hands and one-punched the prodigy who had mocked him. He wasn't weak. He had just been waiting.