Match of the Millennium

Hei was born Li Jùnjié, a bastard to a Chinese mother who worked for a British diplomat during the British occupation of Hong Kong. He is bi-racial, which is a source of contention for him, as it makes most Chinese people more prejudiced against him. When he was a small child, after the turn over from British rule of HK to the Chinese, his father returned to the UK, and Jùnjié's mother was left unemployed. Unemployment quickly become near-starvation levels of poverty, and so she turned Jùnjié over to a local Taoist sect to become a monk so that he would be cared and provided for.

Jùnjié was always resentful of the monastic life. He simply wanted to return to his mother. It didn't help that the other children in training called him mongrel and dog, because of his half-blooded nature. His master, though, was steadfast and kind hearted and never gave up on the boy. Fearing for his development, Jùnjié was sent to the temple in Wudang, the birthplace of the Taoist sect, and it was there that he was exposed to the legends of Wáng Fengléi, the King of Wind and Thunder, and his unstoppable martial art. The monastery he was at was, in particular, responsible for holding one of the ancient scrolls that supposedly detailed some of the secret killing arts of this invincible school of Kung Fu. Jùnjié became fascinated with these tales of this legendary figure who held seven kingdoms hostage by sheer fear of his prowess, and his mythical disciples who helped to found various martial arts that still exist today, derived from this original deadly art.

Fascination became obsession, and obsession became resentment. Though Jùnjié grew into a disciplined student with exemplary martial talent, he was not of a rank to even be allowed to lay eyes upon the ancient scroll, much less study it. Years of anger, frustration, and feeling powerless began to fester in Jùnjié's heart. This eventually led to him attempting to sneak into the shrine where the scroll was housed, in the attempt to study it for himself. However, Jùnjié was caught by the temple master, who lived in the same building. In the moment, Jùnjié panicked, and wound up killing the master. With nothing left to lose, he stole the scroll along with a set of ancient gauntlets that were claimed to belong to Wáng Fengléi himself, and fled Wudang.

Returning to his home in Hong Kong, a wanted criminal, Jùnjié found out that his mother had died homeless, and destitute. Not only that, but that word had been sent for him at the monastery, so that he might come and observe proper burial rights for her. It seemed that the monks of the monastery had kept his mother's death from him. As a result, she was simply cremated by the state, treated as any other pauper.

Jùnjié decided then and there that he could not, and would not live a life of poverty, forced or aesthetic. He would take all that he wanted. He would live his life to the fullest. He would live in excess and enjoy the finest things in life. Wine. Women. Cars. Clothes. Whatever he wanted, he had the power, with the scroll, to take. But the thing he wanted most of all was to complete the collection of the five scrolls that would unlock the truth of the Soul Annihilation Fist. In order to do that, he would need money, and lots of it. Tracking them down, traveling the world, and possibly bribing police and officials.

So, Jùnjié became Hei Xuànfeng, The Black Whirlwind, and began working in the seedy underbelly of Hong Kong's criminal underworld. He quickly became known as an expert assassin, able to kill men with a single finger due to the skills he had learned from the scroll he had. Within no time, he had gained a level of notoriety, with some even giving him the nickname "Hùn Shì Mówáng", or The Demon King of Chaos.

Over time, Hei managed to procure two more of the scrolls, each imparting on him more of the overall secrets of his killing art. Now, his name is starting to be whispered internationally, his deeds starting to draw the attention of those above him. Meanwhile, Hei is starting to piece together the first parts of true understanding of Línghún Yinmiè Quán, and the terrible price that needs to be paid if one truly wishes to harness its true potential.